The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-03-07
WENDELL PHILLIPS.


| " hat shall we m0urn2 For the PROSTATE ire
that sheltered the young green wood?
For the fallen cliff that fronted the sea- ans
guarded the fields from the food?
For the eagle that died in the tempest. afr from
its eyTle's brood?
Nay, not for these shall We weep; for the silver
cord must be worn,
And the golden fllet shrink back at last, and
the dust to its earth return;
Ana Tears are never Tor those who die with
their lace TO the duty done:
but We mourn Tor the fledglingS left on the waste
and the nelds where the wild waves run.
from the midst Of the flock he defended, the
brave one has gone to bis rest
End the tears Of the poor he befriended their
wealth of affection attest.
FROM the midst of the people is stricken a SYM
Dol they daily saw,
Set over against the law books, of a Higher
than Human Law;
FOR his life was a ceaseless protest, and his
voice was prophets cry
10 be true to tie Truth and faithful, though the
world were arraYed for the Lie.
FROM the nearing OF those who hated. a threat
enlng voice has past;
But the lives of those who believe and die are
not blown like leaf on the blast.
= sewer OF Infinite seed was he, a woOdman that
neWed to the light,
Who dared to be traitor TO Union when Union
was traitor to Right
Fanatlc,n the insects Missed, till he taught
them to understand
Inat the highest crime may be written in the
highest law of the land.
'DlStufper" and Dreamer the PhiliStnes
cried when he preached an ideal creed,
Till they learned that the men who have chang
ed the world with the world have disagreed:
That the remnant is right, when the masses are
led like sheep to the pen;
For the instinct of equity SlumberS till reused by
instructive men.
1t IS not enough to win rights from king and
write them down in book;
New men, new lights and the fathers code the
sons may never brook.
What IS liberty now were license then; their
freedom our yoke would be;
And each new decade must have new men to
determine its liberty.
Mankind is marching army, with broadening
front the while
Shall it crowd its bulk on the farm-paths, or
clear to the outward file?
It's pioneers are the dreameTS who heed neither
tongue nor pen
OF the human spiders whose silk is wOye from
the lives of toiling men,
Come, brothers, here to the burial Bnt weeD
not rather rejoice,
For his fearless life and his fearless death: for
MS Gfue, unequalled voice.
Like SILVER trumpet sounding the note OF hui
man right;
For his brave heart always ready to enter the
weak ones fight;
For his soul unmoved by the mob's wild shout
or the social sneef's disgrace;
For his ffeebofn spirit that drew no line between
class or creed or race.
Come, workers here was a teacher and the
- lesson he taught was good
Ihere are no classes or races but one human
= brotherhood;
There are no ereeds to be outlawed no colors of
skin debarTed;
Mankind is one in its rights and wrongs-one
right, one hope, one guard.
BY MS lie he taught by his death we learn the
great reformer'S creed:
me right to be free, and the hope to be just and
the guard against selfish greed.
ana rlcheSt OF all are the unseen wreaths on his
cOffin-ld laid down
BY the toil-stained hands of workmen-their
sobs, their kiss, and their crown.
JOHN BOYLE 0'REILLY.