The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1884-05-28

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Yon lion rushing on his prey is not 50 feared
A natures power resistless, that by it, touch
Can blight the brightest no. II Oi earth or exa
the mind to Heaven.
There's aye some hope ere the glitterng steel
Hath drawn the young ifes blood
There's ave some hope ere the weli-almcd sI"t
Hath hastened the grave and the shtout
These we can see, We can feel We can know
These can avert, or give blow Tor blow;
But when vague, unseen powers suddenly hash'
Thuuders roar pcrchance the torrents crash
What subtle IsDWeT j. King DER the land
And eh0 can stay his pitiless hand
But. stead OF the storm, come the soft breeze
even
Whsp' ring Of mother, OF home and Of Heaven,
Lifting the soul from earth tTahPled sod
10 the stars angels eyes, aud the glory Of tiod,
breathing Of one On the shining shore,
Who loved us, We say, in bright days OF yore.
The storm with its darkness, its fury and roar;
-Ih- zsphyTs sweet influence in love waited o'eT
BIZ ne ai1ts Hrad sent:-the result of il what
The storm il hath slain; the zephyr siays not,
Bat ike Public opinion when it hits to throne
some high-hUnDTeI man whOSr merits his own
Il hath made ali the land to seem fair garden
With such favored mortal its own special warden.
IiL,. the Youth. first low, for his lady fair,
tir the mans first wish Tor a Fuse in her hair,
Like the yeniu, anrb tion i9r fame or ior gold,
or the aspirant's deSirr for knowledge untold
Opinions arise unI,ddcn, unsousht,
And. ere we're aware, tte many have caught
Tie beut Of one mind aud the PFtEdica become
IHt Public Opinion. H. tuuucute bt-iH
10 be- .cit 10y some trail one, perhaps At may b.,
Br some Lord "i Creation un lahI or On sea
Like The storm IL may blight, 1t lis adverse, uu
Like Inc lrhyr cheer If pleased this public mind
Invisible. means all powerful here;
II ctu slly To the earth 5Ie glad hopes dear,
The cherished ambitions nt days and OF years,
Frightened hy hope oft shaded by tears
Hopes that have stretched from youth Ia old age
Hopes that many s5rr,JN asSuage .
IIsp,-s that when peaceful the gray hairs d. lie
Would bring houor aud fame that never could die
Dat meath that grave lies a fr:t;I, broken Hover
That public opinion there east;
Not one can tell the day the hour
When its breatIings hushe,l At last,
For one hfe you know, Is but one grain 81 sand
In the desert vast aud wide;
And pubIic opinion rushing on,
No matter shaG may hetidc,
Spreads lis influence the desert "'rri
DER governments states agd powers
Zen kings aud queens are SatJrtfs ."
This pitiles, " rant "i ours.
It,n snatch from the statesman his laures Of pride
% take irom the proud man his Iair yodn
hrijrs
t,an ,l a man coward. wlupse soul is 81 brave
A. e. tCInpJ his Iriil baique 'ganst this Stroh
public wa'".
lei Hy,.sr us,-I glory 70 such men he given;
Ict tHcir names be u,waitDi in loud praise L
Heaven,
Who's. lu, lrtl, ar 50 firni whose natures true,
They % the g,--i ser uphold, the rra e'rhe~
And shilt the t,ui chorus rings 0ut ironi aiar,
Men ;. ell a grand anthem iu praise of Lamar
Bat there sits a man with brow all contracted;
81 ,ou notice him we'll you may think he's dis
His head is bent low but with no weight OF brain.
And he takes up his pencil again and again,
Aud he rtbs his hea g. that is fast growing bale
When-up, With start, Tor some one mas called
And tremblngly our, lac says to his guest
Good norn.ng, into see you,-l-Ft
hbH."
"Y-a-s blesI If YOU amt; those feers down here
Are giving you fits and you'd befisy fear;
II yaa can run your paper no better n that,
Better give it 10 nee, or my friend, Mr. sPrati
The sieIlaw'' is gone-tbe editor writes;
No more his hand tremhleS or his mind airisht'
For he ne'er knew before hat the people woul
a.. ,nls new question: arisen; his minds nov
81 ease;
And just week hence he's the biggest man out
la their sleeves they laughing as they turn hl
And in course OF the years as they rapidly fly
lie, tea hath flown, while the same public cry,
1--WE want a leader, Tor no stare do We care
There is here ior One who will speak, VIII
will dare"
This the editor who will to please
lie must humbly crawl upon his knees
And kiss the hands that beat him
bI Il he dare attempt to walk,
Must tpe the mark that Others chalk,
And cIInge to all that meet him"
Public opinion is such a eoqnette;
:
II pleased over mueh-too much ta~nihg VIII
ou wiuss OF disgust it seeks favorites elsewhere.
Ouc ~ no has no other God thaa the public to ador,
one who ne er within his breast but the publ
uae whose every pals,-beat but answers to tn
crowd"
one whose voice is silent while Others speak aloud
And raise the weak and erring, the truth from 81
amt shame,
That one i, all unworthy hero's crown or name.
woald we disregard the publiee 'Tis a huma
wish innate
70 please and be admired ior a real or imagine
But ne who'll breast the sneering the public oitin
Aud eielve to the truth. aud his conscience, fam
aud honor will follow Away,
besides,
SOOl, as opinions, the pss.ie's opinion and II
Fer there's an old, old saying that loses none
truth
BY constant repitition. and peryersion. too, fol
sOOth,
That Murder aye viii out" that ''The Rigi
will ever win
upon the SIM
When James A. Garfield ; murderer
Paid Tor his crime his life,
hen the Northern hills re-eehoed,
And the Southern wales were ri e
With RaUght but grief and gr0aning
For nations bitter woe,
There came, as oil 70 the daming,
"Fer the people dealt the blow"
Out from the prison walls CRYING,
Out trom an ocean Ct tears,
Out nom the minds nIezn delusion,
That had wandered confused for years,
Came up the sad, lonely groaning.
"ter the people dealt the blow"
And his brain mad with the burning,
And the hell-h haunted him 80.
let 6iteau went 10 the gail0Ws;
His name 70 dishonOr and shame;
And wit on his tomb, would W r1iSe one,
'beluded," should be the name
There are "Giteaus'' now, and theresre many
Who mistake their narrowing minds,
For the wiser view, or the purer sphere,
OF their honest con nvictions eftimes,
Ihs re are eeEanksn in everyday pathways
Why, like tsiteau, With nsfn8 ~ ele tag.
viii risk the whole nationis mourning
Ere they give up their idol Of clay
And may 80 n their death still upholding
fhe one pet scheme Of their life
martyr To self, whose ambition
Hath no part in the great worlds strife.
Gan private respects, y as Milton hath said,
To the public coed should yield.
Aye. snatch from thy heart that seli-loye
And the pen or the sword eaer uield
For aikisaafe good ol the public
Like children, permit me 70 say,
L eitimes Graves the sweetest cake
When brad Is better allWay.
For the public god give the wholesome fooa.
The sWsets, for the public praise
kram that groWs mind most worthy ol men
IN all its Wend Eous Ways;
While from this springs 4 weakling - mean
As man 70 our God en- high,
Or as gieam Of noonlight 'sAinst
A glorious, sun 1t SKY
Nov gould yea - whose shaakis.s@ tust
behold IN these-lhis gallant band
d iggal-hearied brollleFs
The chiaf eberaefoxs.fie ~ fhs ri,