Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1881-05-28

at the. State Press Conventioa, Jefferson City.
There's Elsan can upon our faces. there is glad
Like the sun Of Nay that assdeth to the full the
lofty skies. Lee fe.,,.c e.. ffr
Fer. we meet again as brothers. in band q.
As the ancient knights. whose glory thrilled th.
nations through and through.
Wehavs neither plane nor suirass neither lane.
nor spur Of gold.
SUN Of old. e" "f'"-1 ~A's - A'''f'' ''
But common kindred passisn sad > fellowshll
Rurns fefeser'in our bosoms like the magic O
We ARE tsilsrs for the human rights and happl.
ness Of men .- ..tll..s.
On the spotlsss page Of paper with the power.
pointed pen: tts.-s
We are princes with the flashing diamond csro.
Are light unto ne nstlsns in these marvelou.
new days. .s. tu,U.
And as noble prince and toller We have gather.
From beside the flowing river. and from moan.
tain, vale and plain.
To strike the hand Of gladness and to feel tn.
With the holy tide of brotherhood seneath one
common sky.
Another year has vanished in the valley dark
Where centuries without cersments in awful ST.
lence sleep.
There's the summer with its roses. there's the
spring time fair and bright,
Lying with the later seasons in the shadow oi
that night;
There's ambition buried deeper than the depth
of any ses,
And many hope that blossomed once like some
sweet almond tree;
And things Of love forever lost frsn out youths
When . hundred bells Of gisdness filed the air
with golden chimes.
This past is common unto US all-thls grave
where lies the dead;
And why not wresthe 1t every year with roses
white and red;
And garlands green and bits of blsom from fan
cy's'held of flowers,
For, what 10 lost to us In fact, may still In
dreams be ours.
Within the vault Of vanished years the valiant
Their sprlts gloriaed with all OF heavens in-
mortal CLEAN.
Their luminous names are nusic that the breszes
In the foresis' great cathedras in these splendid
dnys' OF spring.
And We catoh them as some melody not made
on human key.
Blowing from beyond the Dor der Of Deaths
f mysterious sea. .l.a
And We try 70 answer back again to Blakey s.d
Across that sea where nsvermors are sighted
sails Of ships:
To Eas.es,: the grand old Ns's'r ct Missouri.
Ts Rsgan and gallant Carter. whose sweet mem
cries We bless;
To Matthew'S, the child Of genius, to ..Mur. -
ne more to sigh
Himself. ner 10 bring to sthsrs the laughing or
fearful eye.
Alas. brave Bskln. e.newly dead and gone be-
yond our sight;
and sss yest.resvs. pSs se:s GooS n,rha fri'nd'
The presence Of memories like those, Though
mixed with music's thrill,
Is subtle with many y shadow. that fnin eur souls
would I'll.
But they must never enersaoh upon our faces
when. the while.
We gather to greet each ether with the happy
word and smile.
Let this old historic city from her hills and gar
donB green.
Lssk down with xladdened eyes upon this grand
Her gallant sons receive us and her daughters
fair and true,
Braid hundred wreaths of rsses from the morn
ing fields Of dow.
And sSswittehinE S.nt eyes Of beauty beam upsn our
And her hands Of hospitality speak more than
words Can say.
Yes. this old town 10 historic, not alone for
woman's grace.
Not alone for any citizen who mests US with glad
face,
But many a name. whose blazing flame has
flashed across the sky
And LETT the heavens 3ll full OF glory for the
worlds great eye.
These thorsughfares have echoed to the tread Of
Who did pierce the futures darkness with pro-
phetie eye and pen.
And pointed eager nations toward the golden |
Where the prairies bloom with rsses and the |
streams are flowing free.
IN yonder halPs memorial they almost live
Their very lip. hall parted in those portraits
but in vain. |
The eloquenoe Of our Benton, and the silver
No more can charm the thousands. a. they vi
brate on the air.
But upon the glowing canvas and within the
nations s heart
Their memories cannot perish-they are ours in |
lsye and art,
70 stand through all the ages till the planets
fade in fire
)n the mighty day st glory. In the great Coda
awful ire.
Dur aspiration, brethren, let 1t be like theirs to
gleam
With an everlasting splsadsr. not to perish like
Rdream.
Deeds. though humble, are immortal, II but
wrought in lsve and truth,
And the fountain Of devotion is the Spsniard's
spring OF youth.
IN the pages that are waited by the winds from
sea to sea
like the singing Birds Of PASSAGE IN the
poets melody.
We can reach renotsst nations. and be kings
among all men,
By the subtle power given to the ever potent
pen.
ls the nag nailed to the mast when
he shin is max lnu tackap