The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1884-05-03
THE GOLDEN AGE.

But this as truth all histories declare
When infants decked the lions name with Sow
ers
And peace and love were regnant everywhere
Beauty no bought or borrower charms did wear,
But hardly her rounding form displayed,
While the rich glowing cheek and ripping hair
No more might crave of artificial aid
Than does the wildwood rose, or ferns in forest
glade.
strength gigantic nerved the limbs Of men,
Labor was pastime, hardships moved q smile,
No hollow cougs hdisturbed nights stiffness then,
No thoughts OF gloom were bred by morbid bile.
And life was heightened cut woudrous while,
The strong man stood for centuries in his pride.
Rugged as is The peaked Egyptian pile,
I'LL by descendants girt on every side,
His blessings calm he gave, painlessy he died.
This was the Age of Gold.-out how its end
was wrought, they tell this strange and mythic
youth, resigned a lonely life to spend,
SAY to his door wing, footed Mercury sail,
Leading girl whom lilies of the vale
Could not in fresh bloom beauty emulate;
Nor did the fair Pandora feign to quail
When Mercury told the raptured youth that fate
To him this charmer gave 10 be his welded mate.
A bridal present in her hands she BORE
box, of quaint and exquisite design,
Which When her husband oped-Oh, what
Ofhorrors did that casket dire enshrinel
For from il forth few each disease malgn
That ever since on human frames las preyed,
And, spreading DER the earth. did Man cousign
To countless agonies that should invade
Each vital source, till all his stslwart strength
decayedl
Then must the weakened frame and shortened
liie
Sad iegaciesi-to all his after race descend,
Till now existence is but constant strife
Against host Of ailments without end,
As still each shattered bark we strive to mend.
The Iron Age, that with Pandora came,
Does yet DER ear h its grinding rule extend,
And sickness joins with poverty TO tame
Souls that might else place of pride and honor
claim!
But when had flown forth all the killing woes
That in Pandoras fatal casket lay,
Lo-frOm It's depths released, sweep Hope arose,
As breaks through sable clouds sun-litray,
And she rose, she sang, Mourn not for aye
Some balm shall yet for ali these pangs be
found.
Not with vain show do Natures stores display
These trees and herbs that beautify the ground
Since in them turks the charms to make your
sick ones sound!'
To find the balm pledged in this promise dear,
Were many hearts through many ages fred
Until, to search our country's forests here
A young physician came, with soul inspired,
And found at last, midst secret shades retired
The herbs and roots that had neglected grown
And nurtured in their veins the boon desired,
While DER them many summers moon had
And many a wintry snow those treasures had be-
strown.
Long used to ponder DER the ills of Man,
What rapture now in Pierces bosom rosel
For he had marked the source from whence be-
The worst and deadliest of our body's woes
Anatomy's keen knife did well disclose
What organ, from its duty warped away,
Becomes the spring from which envenomed flows
The principle OF sickness and decay,
Though by a thousands names its work we may
portray!
The Liver, formed to keep LIES ruby tide
Cleansed OF each faint, and play a guardians
part
By drawing each corrupting germ aside
Was now compelled, by fell Diseases art,
To prove traitor, and upon the heart
And painting lungs, poisoned stream to pour,
Oplng the way for dread Consumption's dart,
And fatal stings of many an ailment more,
Thus bidding countless homes their slaughtered
hopes deplore!
Thence comes the wasted FORM the sallow cheek,
The embittered tongue, and often aching head,
And hence the livid face, with hectic streak
Displayed as Natures dangersignal red.
Hence, over many al else fair visage spread
Unsighty blotches and eruptions vile,
Or hdeous Scrofula does horror shed,
Killing Loves glow, and freezing Friendships
Or the scorched heart consumes with black and
burning bilel
Al once Pierce in his blest Discovery saw
That which the very root of all should find,
And, by the workings of unerring law,
And with bengnant force, and wisdom kind,
The shattered handspring of our frames repair,
That Bile no longer like giant blind,
Might mischief work, but his true part should
bear
To make this mortal mould strong, vigorous and
fair
This remedy our trembling hearts shall arm
Against Malarias fiend, though VIDE his reign,
For small would be his power to work US harm
Did not some drops Of poison in each vein,
Traitors in own citadel, remain.
Pure blood and healthful bile shall interpose
Celestial Shields while on our brows in vain
His fcetid breath the marsh-bred demon blows
For these have proved his most victorious foes
Here rescue comes to those whose bodies thrill
Reneath the Agues keen, consuming touch,
While scorching fever and congealing chill
Alternate wiring the victim in their clutch.
The healing aid, often sought for such,
is here at last, and, by our swamps and streams,
Rest comes for those who have endured so much.
And for their fitful sleep, with hideous dreams,
Shall slumbers sweet prevail, till break each