The Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1885-1886, 1886-01-19
KENDALL.

Tnere STANDS nODlt pdiaCe. poIttntious, SraHu
| Fit home for titled prince or mighty potentate.
Within its ma ssive portals there stands common
man,
| Who built this royal household upon wealthy
plan.
That factory over yonder outlined against the sky.
| He's president of the company, the stock stand
very high,
| Yet the doors are closed and have been, over
year today,
The directors say he's stu bborn and likes to have
his zay.
| The wttchman's alone there now in walking the
daily rounds,
There no sign Of the workmcn that used to fill
| the grounds.
Inside the machinery's the finest, now rusty, idle
and still,
The lumber just as they left it, sawed ready from
the mill.
The silence seems oppressive as we enter the big
Seems as if the busy workers had just left the
| hooIs.
What means their absence' why, we often hear
the like,
That notice Of reduction has caused the imen to
| strike.
Let us wander thro the village where the wage
| workers dwells,
See the neat and tidy colleges each itself history
| tells
1
And make 1t nice and cOzy, his of happiness
| throne
| The love that in cottage dwes proud wealth can
never bring
Into its marble palace, loves gift comes n, from
For love like this of freedom in years long since
| gone by,
our fathers fought and died for that we might it
| cnJoy.
But why those tears. and there's no fire in the
| stove,
tbs time for the dinner, yet the household don't
And the roses are gone from the checks once so
| red,
Her children are begging and crying for bread.
One cold wintry night, fore a warm, glowing fire
The president sat reading IN an easy arm chair;
| Reading the daily paper, his thoughts thus to
Eat some how he could rot himself just rightly
excuse.
| And his thoughts would not stay on the reading
| there,
re he knew II he sept for his bed WAS the chair.
| lie dreamed once again Of boyh00d's happy days
On tie ol home farm, of mothers gentle ways.
OF the hard working father long since passed
But his memorv still dear, it seemed buta day
since he left the old farm his fortune to MIKE.
/
| shake.
Thea he dreamed he was dead aud his spirit had
| striVen
To rise up from earth 10 reach the dear heaven,
| Yet seemed to be stopped by sentry 10 white,
| some questions he asked, and his sword flashed so
bright
Thgt hts eyes they were blinded, he saw no more,
| And he III ard loud voice crying DER and DER:
| Let all who ny come and question this man
| Ere lie pass in at our gate, come all ye who can.
| Bring in testimony here of expressing the poor,
| And he nevcr, no never shall enter our door
His wealth it's of earth. in our justice hall
| No title, no crown, but equality to all
By theiF deeds shall we know them-ther gold,
| III forgotten, for on earth We are told
| Though we gain great wealth and titles go dear,
| Yet on dying we leave them behind our funeral
bier
Can it be, asd must never enter there,
Where gold is but gross and titles vanish into air?
| Who're he poor that on earth | passed 10y with
Now in songs of glad praise greet heavens bright
! morn.
Where happiness reign- while I, sad to say,
Must away To the darkness sway, yes away,
| And this is my sentence yet many go in,
| VINO had wealth in great plenty, how did they
win?
| All yes, remember, they forgot not the poor,
Their pnrse ever ready. they closed not the door.
| But babe honest labor come enter and be of good
Though wealthy and great their hearts were still
here.
They went ont to their workmen and firmly
| and true,
Laid down what was right raid all their just dine;
Cared for the helpless, cheered the heart that was
weak.
And their wives were their friends, their troubles
to seek,
Your record, der sir, like many gone before,
| Though not really 80 bad, still mast close the
Your life on earth go far as we can find,
Was gaining wealth, al0ne it filed your mind.
And mcn might erish, and mothers weep to see
| Their children stafve before them, ii mattered
naGght to thee;
Your money must be cherished, the rent when
seemed of far more importance than human life
| To You
| What is my due yoa said can not be wrong
And never see med TO care or think; twould rot
Ere your deeds too would come before just heav-
| ems gate.
And found By Righteous judge to be Of little good
| or weight.
Aud SO nv wealth that was on earth 80 dear to me,
| Now comes before me at this bar know yet can
| not see;
Ny wealth was not So much its power to me was
| all;
IHttle thought by using it twould cause me such
| fall.
| But TO the toilers. had only done them right
'Iwould now be shining day in place of blacklist
night
| Had J not the poor foIsaken, refused the needy
| and distressed,
Cheered up the weary mother, done just to all the
| rest.
| Were it could be that might once again
| Go back into the village among those faithful
| men,
! Ia try and let them know was a man once more
And they should have the justice denied TO them
| before.
| The fire burned low and started he upright
And guilty seemed as the mantel clock chimed
the hour, midnight,
| All, IN though It's all dream it was so real to
rIe.
Tomorrow morn will see me right, III start the
| factory.
| For lis known of now and was in Olden time,
That Ia aiding honest labor there's pie in any
cline;
And in doing acts of klndnes. wen find as We
| grow old,
Make treasures for rs in heaven better than
titles or goldi
| d. j W
Jan 20. 1886.
ADVICE 10 MOTHERS