The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-12-22


gospel all mems good
Celtic Demos rose. demon. shrieked, and stayed
the light with blood
| Hope was ever on her mountain, watching till
the day begun.
Crowned with sunlight over darkness, from the
still unrsen SUM-
Have we grown at last beyond the passions of
the primal Giant
Kill your enemy. for you hate him. Still, your
enemy was q man.
Have we sunk below them9 Peasants MAIN the
helpless horse and drive
Innocent cattle under thatch, and burr the kind
lier brutes alive
| Brutesl The brutes are not your wrongers
burnt at midnight, found at morn
Twisted hard in mortal agony. with their Off
spring born unborn.
Clinging to the silent mother Are we devilss
| Are we mens
Sweet Francis of Assisi-would that he were
here again.
He that in his catholic Wilderness used to call the
very flowers
Sisters. brothers, and the beasts whose pains
are hardly less than ours.
how all will end9
Read the wide worlds annals. you, and take
their wisdom for your friend.
Hope the best, but hold the Present. fatal
| daughter OF the past:
Shape your heart to front the hour. but dream
| not that the hour will last.
Ay, if dynamite and revolver leave you courage
to be wise;
| When was age SO crammed with menace, mad
ness written, spoken liesl
Envy wears the mask Of love, and, laughing
sober fact to scorn,
Cries to weakest as to strongest: "Ye are equals,
| equal born!"
Equal born9 o yes. if yonder hill be level with
| the fiat.
Charm us. orator, till the lion look no larger
than the cat;
Till the cat, through that mirage Of overheated
| language, loom
Larger than the lion Demos end in working its
own doom.
Russia bursts our Indian barrier Shall we
fight herl Shall we yield2
Pause before you sound the trumpet! Rear the
voices from the field!
| scepter now,
| Shall we hold themY Shall we lose them9 Take
the suffrage Of the plow.
| Nay, but these would ,el and follow truth, il
| only you, and yo~,
Which of realm running party, when you speak
/ were wholly true.
Plowmen, shepherds have I found. and more
than once, and still could find
| Sons Of God and kings of men, utter nobleness
of mind,
Truthful trustful, looking upward to the prac-
/ ticed musings liar;
| So the higher Yields the lower, while the lower
| is the higher.
| Here and there cotter's babe is royal born by
| right divine;
Here and there my lord is lower than his oxen
| or his swine
Chaos, cosmos9 Cosmos, chaosf Once again the
| sickening game
| Freedom free to slay herself, and dying while
| they shout her name.
Step by step we gained a freedom known to
! Europe known to ALL
| Step by step we rose to greatness: through the
| tonguesters we may fall.
| You that WOO the voices, tell them old Expert
| ence is fool
Teach your fattered kings that only those who
| cannot read can rule
Pluck the mighty from their seat, but set no
| meek ones in their place;
| Pillorv Wisdom in your markets, pelt your offal
at her face;
Tumble nature heels Ger head, and yelling with
the yelling street.
Set the feet above the brain, and swear the brain
is in the feet;
Bring the old dark ages back. without the faith.
! Break the State, the Church, the Throne, and
roll their ruins down the slope.
Author, atheist, essayist, novelist, realist,
rhymester, play your part;
| Paint the mortal shame of nature with the liv-
| ing hues of art
Rip your brothers vices open, strip your own
foul passions bare;
Down with reticence, down with reverence; for
ward!' naked let them stare
Feed the budding rose of boyhood with the drain
age of yonr sewer
Send the drain into the fountain lest the stream
should issue pure;
Set the maiden fancies wallowing In the trouPhs
of Zolaism
Forward! Forward-aye, and backward down
ward, too, into the abysm;
! Do your best to charm the worst, to lower the
rising race of men,
| Have we risen from out the beast! Then back
| into the beast again.
Only dust to dust for me, that scken at your
lawless din;
Dust, in wholesome ld-world dust, before the
newer world begin.
Heated, am II You-you wonder. Well, it
scarce becomes mine age.
| Patence Let the dying actor mouth his last
upon the stage
Cries of unprogressive dotage. ere the gray beard
| fall asleep,
| Noises Of current narrowing, not the music of
deep.
| Aye. for doubtless I am old, and think gray
thoughts, for am gray.
After all the stormy changes shall we find a
changeless May
After madness after massacre, Jacobinism and
Jacquere,
Some diviner force to guide US thro the days
shall not sect
| When the schemes and all the systems, king
| doms and republics, fail,
| Something kindlier higher holer all for each
ard each for alll
All the ful-brain, half brain races led by justice,
love and truth,
! All the millions met at length, with all the Wis
ions of my YOUTH