Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1882-05-28
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, Not more than ton thousand mile
away.
Adown from the hills, to breezy bay
! Which IL much ike this, city stands
FILLED with thinking heads and witt
-. skiilful hands,
with forest Of nasts adoat ON he
tides
And a network Of railroads piercing he
Gldes,
With wise men, aud rich men, and goos
men and preachers,
her courts full Of lawyers, her schools
full Of teachers,
Her jsils full of-nothin0-she needs no
l. your pity,
For she's srsmarkable peacsebls city.
In the trianaalar square Of this proud
Facing it on the north and frovnins
On the passsr-by, stand two maple
Sturdy and old; the evening breeze,
Az 1t ripples and SWAPS their branches
Sweeps aside for Q moment the leaves
which hide,
Or almost hide, two beams of pine
Placed together line on line
And side to side, sun-drisd and old,
bieached with the rain and the winter
cold,
Scared and cracked in the SUMS fieros
rays,
Scanned and furrowsd with length Of
days,
whitened like some bleak skeleton
As they CLEAN in the flush of the sinking
sun
For these trees with their burden 80
long have stood
The ends Of the beams are incased in
weed
Which, growing a. grow the naples
stout
Has sncircled the ends of the beams
about,
To tho casual bsholder they seem to be
Mortised into the solid tree.
They add no beauty unto the town
But no man 80 bold a. to cut them
down.
Years ago, 50 long. they Say,
That the infant then, now is old and
gray
This city was not, as it is today
In the 'peaceaceable," "Orderly." "bus-
iness" way,
But its streets were polluted with men
of crime
From many . distant shore and cline
And in many spot its pavements wood
Was dyed with innocent human blood;
And the si9hs of the widowed and
fatherless,
Poured out in their WOO and helpless
ness,
Had formed in cloud, which settling
down
Hung like pail DER that wicked town.
That the prayers Of the good people loft
Could not reach the throne of heavenly
grace,
Through the accusing cloud Of signs,
aud tears;
Then message comes to the worship
orS-
"What behovee it to idly trust and pray
sArouse 70! and wipe that cloud away,
For many and many deed of sin
''Your City's accursed, and those within,
who's hands are stained with innocent
blood,
Must b brought to Judgment, before
THAT shadows your beautiful town like
"shali be lifted from of you"
It ceased, twas all.
The judges sat in their thrones of State,
The lawyers argued in full debate,
The jurors p0ndsred DER line and
clause,
But they all forgot what their duty was;
The preachers Numbered from pulpit
and desk,
The teachers taught, and tho wise men
Their brains for way to save the town.
FROM the awful cloud which kept set
thing down;
While tho wicked and cruel without re-
morse
Scoffed at the law which was not enfo.o-
ed.
When tho rich men, the wise men, the
good man and teachers,
The jurors, the lawyers. the judges and
From every pars of the frightened place,
Were essh:red together message
Through the terrible cloud, and loud and
It spoke to each ave struck heart and
"Why stand 70 idle, like blocks of stone
"There il blood on your hands, will 20
not stOne?"
Then tho rich men, the wise men, tho
good men and preachers,
The strong men, the brave men, the
schOolmen and teachers,
When the voice had ceased, and the air
vas still,
As one man aross, with terrible will
They seized the soofers who caused all
this,
And they offered them up a. sacrifice;
Between those trees that are. standing
Upon thoss beams, in the angular square
OF tho proud old town they hung in
row,
That all men should go it and all
should know,
And the people pausinR, their duty
Looked for the cloud, whom 10! twas
gone.
In tho halls Of justice. at bench and
bar,
The judges and lawyers and jurors are;
An accusing wind from these trees hath
blown,
And IL falls ON their ears like dying
QrOan:
aye faithless servants how can 70 meet
can offended God at his judgment seat4
"What hope for 70. who forsaks his
cause
Forget your vows to uphold his lawsy
And tho jurors and lawyers and judges
there,
Rsversntly bowed their heads IN prayer;
And ~ they raised their eyes again,
Behold! the accusing wind passed on.
Since then, when tho sword Of right il
dull
Too dull TO out, ~ the old men tell,
On 10 held too loosely in the hand
By the one Who h ses 20 judge the land,
when crime runs not, ana wrong 10
done
4 4 vs,3 Ia = n Gilant and iusticc dumb.