St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-12-22


Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream
not that the hour will last.
Ay, if dynamite and revolver leave you cour-
age to be wise,
When was age so crammed with menace, mad.
ness, written, spoken lies?
Envy wears the mask Of love: and, laughing
sober fact TO scorn,
Cries to weakest as to strongest, Eye are
equals, equal born
Equal BORN? o. yes, if yonder hill be level
with the fat,
Charm us, orator, till the lion look no larger
than the cat.
Till the cat through that mirage of oyer-heated
Larger than the lion, Demos, and end in work
ing it's own doom.
Russia bursts our Indian barrier. Shall we
fight her, shall we yield?
Pause before you sound the trumpet? Hear
the voices from the field.
Those three hundred millions under one inn
perial scepter now.
Shall we hold them? Shall we loose them?
Take the suffrage of the plow?
Nay, but these would feel and follow truth, if
only you and you
Which of realm-ruining (?) party when you
speak.were wholly true.
Plowmen, shepherds. have 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
practced hastings 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, cosmos, cosmos. chaos, once again the
sickening game
Freedom, free to STAY 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 ma" fall.
You that WOO the voices tell them old expert
ence is q fool,
Teach your hlttered kings that only those
who cannot read can rule.
Pluck the mighty from their seat, but set no
meek ones IN their place,
Pillory wisdom in your markets, pelt your
otfal at her face.
Tumble nature heels overhead, 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, without the nope,
Break the slate, the church, the throne, and
roll their ruins down the slope.
Author, atheist, essayist, novelist, realist.
rhymster, play your part:
Paint the mortal shame Of nature with the
living hues of arts.
Rip your brothers. vices open, strip your own
foul passions bare:
Down with reticence. down with reverence,
forward" naked let them stare,
Feed the budding rose of boyhood with the
drainage of your sewer;
Send the q a in into the fountain lest the
stream SHOULD issue pure;
Set the maiden faucies wallowing in the
troughs of Zolasm;
Forward, forward-aye and backward, down
ward too, into the al ysm.
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 slcken at your
lawless din;
Dust in wholesome old-world dust, before the
newer world begin.
Heated am /? You. GU wonder WELL it scarce
becomes mine age
Patience, let the dying actor mouth mis- last
upon the stage.
Cries Of unprogreSsng dotage ere the gray
beard fall asleep.
Noises of a current narrowing, not the music
of deep.
Aye, for doubtless | am old, and think gray
thoughts, for l am gray.
After all the stormy changes shall we find a
changelesS way?
After madness. after massacre, Jacobinism
and Jacquerie;
Some diviner force to guide us thro' the days
IShall not see?
When the schemes and all the system king
doms and republics fall,
Something kindlier, higher, holier, all for each
and each for all?
All the full-brain, half-brain races led by arm
i,tice, love and truth,
All the millions (0 at length, with ali the Wis
ions of my youth?
AL diseases quenched by science, no man
halt, or deaf, or blind.
Stronger ever born of weaker, lustier body,
larger mind?
Earth at last warless world, single race, q
single tongue?
have seen her far away, for is not earth as
yet so young?
Ever tiger-madness muzzled, every serpent
passion killed;
Every grim ravine garden, every blazing
desert titled.
ROBBED in universal harvest, up to either pole
she smiles,
less isles.
Waress when her tens are thousands, and
her thousands millions, then.
All her harveSts all too narrow-who can
fancy warless men?
Waress war will die out late, or will it ever,
late or soon?
Can it till this Outworn earth be dead as yOn
dead world, the moon?
Dead the new astronomy calls her. On this
day and at this hour,
In this gap between the sand hills, whence
you see the LOcksiey tower.
Here we met our latest meeting, Amy, sixty
years ago,
She and ]. The moon was falling, greenish,
through rosy glow,
Just above the gateway tower, and even
where you see her now.
Here we stood and ciasped each other swore
the seeming deathess vow.
Dead? But how her living glory lights the
hall. the lane. the grass,
Yet the moonlight is the moonlight, and the
sun himself VIII pass.
Venus near her, smiling downward at this
earthlier earth Of ours.
Closer on the sun, perhaps world Of never
fading flowers;
Hesper, whom the poet called the bringer
home of all good kings
All good things may move in Hesper, per-
feet peoples. perfect things.
Hesper, Venus, were we native to that splen-
der. or in Mars,
We should see the globe we groin in fairest of
their evening stars
Could we dream of wars and carnage, craft
and Madness lust and spite,
Roaring London, raving Paris, in that point
of peaceful light?
Might we not, in glancing heavenward on a
star so silvery fair,
Yearu and clasp the hands and murmur,
would to God that we were there
Forward, backward. backward, forward in
the immeasurable sea,
Swayed by vaster ebbs and flows than can be
known to you or me-
All the suns--are these but symbols Of in
Vulnerable man,
Man or mind, that sees q shadow of the
planner or the plan?
Is there evil but on earth? or pain in every
peopled sphere?
Well, be grateful for the sounding watch
word, evolution. mere.
Evolution, ever climbing after some ideal
good.
And reverson, ever dragging evolution in
the mud.
ttXhat are men that they should heed usY