Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1884-02-06
WENDELL PHILLIPS.

JOHN BOYLE o'REILLY's TRIBUTE. IN BOSTON GLOBE.
What shall we mourn? For the prsstrste trse that
sheltered the young green wood?
For the fallen cliff that fronted the sea- and guarded
the fields from the flood?
For the eagle that died in the tempest afar from
eyries brood?
Nay not for these shall we weep for the silver cord
must be worn.
And the golden et shrink back at last and the dust
TO its earth return;
And tears for those who die with their face
to the duty done:
But we mourn for the edglings left on the waste and
the fields where the wild waves run.
From the midst of the flock he defended the brave one
has gone to his rest;
And the of the poor he befrended their wealth OF
affection attest.
From the midst of the people is stricken ymbol they
daily saw,
Set over against the law books, Of a Higher than
Human Law;
For his life ceaseless protest. and his voice
prophets cry,
To be true to the Truth and faithful though the world
were arrayed for the lie.
voice has past;
But the lives of those who believe to the death not
blown like leaf on the blast.
sower of infinite seed was hej woodman that hewed
to the light.
Who dared to be traitor to Union when the Union was
traitor to Right!
"Tanatic the insects hIssed till he taught them to
understand
That the highest crime may be written in the highest
law of the land.
"Disturber" and Dreamer" the Philistines cried
when he preached an ideal creed.
Till they learned that the who have changed 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 SAUNDERS 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 code of the fathers the
sons may never brook.
What is liberty were license them their freedom
our yoke would be;
And each 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 farmpaths or clear to
the outward file?
Its pioneers those dreamers who heed neither
tongue nor pen
OF the human spiders whose silk is .wove from the
lives of toiling men,
Come, brothers, here to the burial! But weep not
rather rejoice,
For his fearless life and his fearless death for his true
unequaled voice.
Like silver trumpet sounding the note of human
right
For his brave heart always ready to enter the weak
ones fight;
For his soul unmoved by the mobs wild shout or the
social sneer's disgrace;
For his freeborn spirit that drew line between class
and creed and race.
Come. workers. here teacher. and the lesson he
taught was good.
There are no classes races, but human brother
hood;
There creeds to be hated, no colors of skin
declared;
Mankind is one in its rights and wrong-one right,
one hope, one guard;
The right to be free and the hope to be just and the
guard against selfish greed.
By his life taught, by his death learn the great
reformer's creed
And the unseen chaplet is brightest and best which
the toil.worn hands lay down
On his coffin. with grief love, honor-their sob, their
kiss, and their crown.