Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1885-08-19

Sat God-iike knowledge, ampIe-browed, serene,
COO, her commander, filled her hands wit
And f so she led her hosts to victory.
Ages have passed, and yielded up
Is Satan's scepter. Still to work some i'll
Within the ranks of knowledge does he strive.
80, putting on the livery OF the press,
He feeds unthinlling minds with vicious food,
And lauds monopoly and wealth and power.
A mighty cry goes UP for purity,
ana could we hear the angels plead,
'TWould be with tender voice for truth, AM
Imagine, then, with hearts ali Teverent,
lie near them softly pleading up above:
"Ye are weaving, ever weaving,
Warp and wool from out the mind
thoughts that will enrich the future
Of forever curse mankind.
care We weaving vestments 'brOidered
With the golden thread of truth?
Garments sacred for the aged?
Garments spOtless for the youth?
Are We weaving cloth of beauty,
Jeweed, fecked with points of light
Or fimsy, worthless fabric,
Stamped with falsehood black as night"
List, o, hear the heavenly chorus,
Sing the angels in one breath:
I'VE are weaving, men of letters,
Garments We must wear in death.
God Will see you in those vestments
When you reach that realm unseen,
We beseech you, men Of letters,
BE those veStmentS white and clean.
Eye are builders, ever building,
Build up in the light and air,
Fearless on a good foundation,
Build each structure high and fair.
"Gales of wrath shall sweep about it,
Floods of wrong flow round each wall,
Waves of malice leap against it
Do not fear, it cannot fall.
"Gales and floods and waves are powerless,
For the strength Of God is there
II you build up in the sunshine,
II your corner stone be prayer.
aye are reapers, ever reaping,
Harvesting the golden grain
Grain of truth and love and virtue,
Ye can never SOW in vain.
"Reapers, ye may reap forever,
Reap a harvest broad and wide;
Weave and build, then. reap and cease not,
Ever at your Makers side.
aye are cleaners, ever cleaning
Where human foot can tread.
From your living fields of knowledge.
From your glorious heroes dead.
"Gleaning from the brilliant highways,
From the favored ones of earth;
Search, then, in the dreary by-ways,
There are jewels, too, OF worth
BLESSINGS from our band are falling
To the good and pure Of earth;
Mighty hosts in one grand chorus
Hail the day the pure have birth.
"And at last we'll watch your coming,
Glad to welcome and to bless,
Wide is Heaven s portal, waiting,
Faithful workers of the press"
Oh, would my pen were not so weak q thing,
So it could write in glowing words OF light,
'Twould even then but family shadow forth
That glorious welcome. Heavens powers G
Joy
Must all be taxed unto their utmost, when
A be4uteous soul that lived for Others good,
Joins its pure kindred there.
climb
Clothe with the holy light of charity
Thy neighbors faults; yet, when persisten
wrong is done,
Pour forth torrent strong
OF righteous Indignation.
Seek not for tavOrs from great men, else you
Will leave your quiet of self respect
For a tumultuOus waste, whose shore
Is but pile OF human wrecks.
The skylark rises full of song from earth,
And when its form is hid from human sight,
It's soulful notes so clear and true are heard,
And soOthe the tired brains, the weary hearts
OF earth. SO write that when your bodies frai
Are dust, and the immortal part has risn,
Still will your blessed words of truth and love
Comfort, uplift and heal.