San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1883-01-04
ANNIV. RSARY POEM.
M FANNIE srEAR rouso,

Thy tide o Time Affnghts mo sore a. last
Der day aud die thy cycles thus arc cast
oh pensiYe IL tho hour and sad thed day
ThAtteil OF ia years that smile but VIII oI ss-y
M m, ye.fs that smile but 4 me in wintry way
g. fdll VI promise Ger, but answering nay
'DJth human life 10 some lts bow bring hish
As bowed was all my soul. twas thus ia ng.'
ooh tell mo true. for would Know ooou'
II alone must lass beneath the rodf ,.,,,s
oh tell me- Time dost thou % som brihBIoS'
To some il fate gift and time toyF
While thus unused to-day, anI deehiea ,1 hsss
Thy answered yea" with stricken. bowed heaa,
INN. invoked; 'Oh teach my heart, KIND heANen'
To satisfy itself with nangRt while gwen
To Others round II wealth Of goodly ihlhBA'
But kindred clay 10 clay sun cries ana oiihs''
But Time uncompromisng tho thou art
InsatiAte harJ, aud armed with deadly dart
Astride thy iron wheel with mighty span
Hard onward. crushing plan aud crus ing man
We yet bewAl thee for upon thy brow -
still CLEANS the bow of promise beck'ning Prov
That lends 20 strife It's lie. e'er guiding higher
Zeal leaps 10 fire. and sril ~ aud strikes ls Tyre
We much bvyail thee q thou timel and fain
Would stay thee, summing up the whlie the tram
OF unreauitod wants, "a recompense
Beseeching thee. In loves deep tones Intense
In tn early year we planned In RoodIy nope
with stern resolve aud purpose pure TO cope
With peril and power; but iode now's the hand,
And weak before the tyrant tide we stand,
Eecounting DER aud DER how vastly small
And unimportant II our human all
raised my eyes and saw sceptre high,
The weary, heavy ones alluring nigh.
The heritage of Eden's God the brow
Believed uo more for man and puny plow
Machinery smiled upon benign and fair,
Ana vac aud hil the robe Of wealth did wear
And then / saw relief look forth in praise
As recomprnsing hand unwound It's ways;
And deep IA dlihouiiy aensehess uat M, ,,o-,
Where ighorance ana saa W uiu s';i
Most beauteous pains saw ia P Iospo' '.i
A"d the nina INTO ,cs'ay uiu seIehee u, aI
saw heartS ueeP zoe ior iaaoo ~ 49, h,ood
Inc heart was ,,h ,at should ~ see
Encompasseu touhu WIN WE s. 'n ~ SHo'" " wv
The story must en untold burden be.
Az iength saw inc heart I,s SUIT; Poui
Upon the Wiling canvass 81 ana Ill, Gr ,or.s
Great struggles s'anu ahu sPcah "a iniiE .oH'''
And art us wolld OF WOMB rous p oMer omns'
Ana then looked ana saw human 50"
Ia agony, Dut mute WIN Proua soni ,oo,,
Each spark OF lie was living ta .l uea'h
And prayer became the souPs unburdning groans'
The sol looked up. aud answering came iire
That leaped and burned each thousnt 10 thrill anu
inspire.
In purest melody and cadence rare
Sublimest woe is made somo sweet 10 wear;
And gorgeous hues and modest blendings twine
With suntipped ranbows lofty poesys shrine.
In sad but burning, living, lasting WORD
HiI ~ -, o,,ho,ruor. ,bo,o that harris
nna. sun, ~ .,, at ,ha, toinc,, i,nnarts
A o.. laro Iifa Cor ir stice nlea dina stands
a "a 4ol'' D"o .hoph anrrr,,,s h,r,ing
i'' 5o-e VI
salus, Hand ,,,,,t,oa ,;,,
anu .Len saw q iianI pr' 49,. ga din
anu lilviies anu p'Vp ' e, u 1850 a ,vorld
But the ultimate LOT earth anu man was soou'
.r...
anniversary thou time to think!
And thought with thought ana lact WIN fancy iiuh
And tho we greve that tn years are bare ana short
Yet oh they're long when sorrows spectres start
Like ages, all the days in blacsness irown-
The PRAYER: "Is il not euoughY' no wand brings