Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1880-07-14


PERAScE UNION ny ETTIE G. wDEuIRE.
Philosophy, the most profound and deep,
That e'er engaged the strongest human minds
The eye of Genius, 10 lie bodest sweep,
Within the realm Of Science always fnds
The same unvarying answer-always chimes
Responsive 10 the touch Of those whotry
To bring out harmony Ia Natures rhymes.
And swell the chorus-rolng clear and high
Our Father gives Of good full rich supply.
The eushing waters from the mountain-side
In gurgling music from thousand springs,
Invites the thirsty safely to conhde
In Natures beverage. She always briAgs
That sweet content imperyious to the stings
Perverted appetite gives certain, shure.
Nore are exempt Hear how the warning rings
Experience then should teach us to be pure,
And thus avoid the ills the peryerse must endure
Oh had our fathers remained content;
Hal Natures simple dictiCn been obeyed
Had moral agency been htly bent
Had man's perverted nature not been swayed
BY causes preternatural betrayed,
Our race would now be travelling, as a whole,
In robes Of living sympathy Arrayed-
With sougs Of triumph bursting from our soul,
And each one pressing onward toward the goal.
No mirage resting on the royal road,
Fenced in with roses cheering 10 the view
The level path led onward straight to God.
The seeming was the real, the good the true
On every side tho whole attention drew.
No pitfalls in the pathway to be feared,
No guided vice is power immoral threw
Changing conditions as the point was neared,
But everything remained as they at first appeared.
But man has fallen from his towering height
To tyrant appetite oringing slave,
Shorn Of his manhood, groping in the night,
His solf-resPect in rags-our pity crave
Tottering delirious to drum tards grave
His irmness feeble, all resistance Gowa
Oh let US reach a helping hand to save,
In kindliest accents still the piteous moan.
Rescue our fallen brother ere all hope is gone.
Oh tell me why this wretched state Of things
Oh why will man forever be debased
Oh why such patience whilst the monster stingi
Our dearest hopes 10 death, in ruin lays
Our brightest buds Of promise, and betrays
The most magnanimous, unselfsh, brave,
The crawling coward and the moekish knave
Pass on alike impelled to hll drunkard's grave
The tempest in his bosom rolling high
The fumes Of liqud.poison wastes his brainj
The shriveled senses 10 confusion lie
The baser passions riot without reign
The regal reason pOwerless to maintain
The throne erected In the human will
The debris scattered round discolored stain
The element Of progress naught can still
The rnging rayages that soul and body kill.
II would be easy to run on aud tell
The evils, which are logion-to nauaie
The multiplied onormiues that swell
The calendar Of crime the rambling hate
That drunkenness engenders. Could the weight
or misery be measured, would we find
A champion bold enough who dare debate
The proposition, that oil ills combined
Bare no proportion to this scourge Of human kind
The morn is breaking in the purple East
The dawn gives token that the day Is near,
When revelers at the Bacchanalian feast
Shall see the writing on the wall appear
10 blaekened characters--disgraee Is here
And ruin without mixture flls the bowl
oh could We stretch a nsedful hand to save,
Helping our feeble brother to eontroll
And crush the giant vice that would onguli his
soul