The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1886-03-10
Then the sweet voice SAID 10 n.-
This riddle of the land and Sea
A riddle must no longer be.

This riddle of the land and Sea
riddle must no longer be-
Lonely at his desk he sits, where tha midnight
shadow lits;
You can see his forehead wear lt,rro"s born OF
cark and care:
Evermore to men he seems. living In land st
dreams:
There are echoes in the room noating through
the lamp lit gloom:
Eo'"es come and voices go, whispers as tro1a
i"nds of snow,
Ecnoes iroln HesperiIes. sounds from island.
burdened se.s,
"oro1 o1 warning eomiort cheer. flashing
through the atmosphere
From electric lines he reads human ba,,es and
nations needs:
Song Of love or sound Of hate, these his bidding
all await:
Flood and fire their history bring: Statesman, EN-.
peror or king
Are rs puppets at his feet and on common level
meet.
He can make or he can mar; he eau open, be can
bar;
He can twist tangled thread such as old The.eus
led,
Or can point to path no plain tina, no child need
seek in vain.
There has been, there ne'er will be, ever
sphynx SO wise as he!
Little children, as they read, feel tho love that
crowns his creed;
Lovers lingering on the shore. read and learn to
love the more;
Manhood owns the master mind that such sheaves
of wisdom bind;
Old age, from the open scroll. takes sweet con,-
fort to Its soul:
For he writes upon the page history for every
age.
o the power OF the pen. since the early agee,
Faust and Guttenburg were seen over wooden
types to lean.
In that dim, historic dawn ere the newspaper
was horn,
Coral workers in the sea. constant in their work
must be-
So the sphynx who sits aud writes weary days
and dreary nights.
Like these toilers in the sea- constant In hi,
work must be.
In the shadow and the gloom Of the editorta,
So the paper outward goes. as i. ripple outward
flows:
Ctrcling like thing sublime 'cr the surging s,s
of Time:
Bringing beams OF hope to some striking others
eOEIOW UumD,
Ever going going on, till 1t has its mission done.
., the power Of the pen, in the hands of think
ing men!
D. the magic of the click Of type in the printer
sticki
curse or bless
cross of shame;
schoing sweet wedding bells, tollina sad fnners,
knells;
lere. like Nemesis of Old ahadowing some fated
fold;
here. as within fairy rings dropping blessinss
from its wings;
'reathing out Its soul Of fire through the min
strel'e tuneful Tyre;
dding jewels to some crown, striking some false
idol down;
very day and every hour an Archimadean
power.
orth and South its echoes 70. East and West II.
currents dow;
rom the pine-clad hills OF Maine 10 IA, on
Alaska's plain;
ON Floridian everglades to the coast where
sunset fades
n line Of golden sand-;h,s across our favored
land
'e can send, If We see fit, word. Of wisdom
words Of wit,
'ords of promise. words Of cheer. through the
weeks that make the year.
my brothers: in our field, pen and pencil
wisely WELD.
rite. but in defense Of laws; unite bu. i'll sou,s
holy cause;
race no words you do not mean; to the side Of
mercy lean;
I've such comforts as you can, in tho race Of
man with man;
I've the roses spoil the weeds scatter only ffuit-
less seeds,
nd our work, like Pharo's lights will illune the
darkest nights