The Russellville Democrat., 1886-05-19

And the berries up at Beebo Bring to youth the powers of Hebs,
 And the ducats of St Louis. While one punkin like bastion Fills car ill old Sebastian
 And the half of old Missouri. Grapes and marbles, corn and grasses, Quartzes, crystals clear as glasses;
 Whetstones, marble, thermal waters. Soapstones, cotton. corn and plenty For billion more or twenty
 Of earth's fairest sons and daughters. These are ours and ours forever, Naught but sloth can us discover
 From the issue they imply. Honor, fame and deathless story, Songs and anthems, tales of glory
 And life that cannot die. Native helps are means of power Adding luster hour by hour
 To the soul who knows their worth. Happy he who loves the teaching And who hears the silent preaching
 or the land that gave him birth. Proud we may be of all classes But he's fitted best for masses
 "Who loves his own land best.'' Who turns It's roughness into beauty, Posters law and does his duty;-
 In mind and matter doubly blcst. Then strike the Tyre and raise the chorus, Draw the heavenly agis o'er us
 And start tho jubilee. Chains our mental powers are binding : Burdens on the soul are grinding
 And we must set them free. We are not that which we inherit, 'sThings done" have always formed the
 merit
 or men in every cline. There is no marsh but can be drained {; No gnarly knot but can be planned
 By actions power sublime. The mind is measured by the roads Ger which the body takes it's loadt
 To either want or plenty. And moro than bounds are marked by
 fences, For here an undergrowth commences
 That spoils the work of twenty. All true growth is a mental act, Iknpfnging on an outward fact
 To make 1t fair and better. Without that vital thinking part We have no compass. guide or chart
 To break each galling letter. Thought weaves the granite into bufId-
 ings Equal to the templed gildings
 Of old Ionic fame. It raises spires of newer orders, Spires that stand as stern recorders
 Ofa never-dying name. Thought gave the world Etruscan vases; Thought turned the Alpland into laces
 And built the Aztec fanes. Thought hurled the Avon into letters And broke the savage Feudal fetters
 That cursed tho civic veins. And ye are beacons lighting mountains; And ye are springs that start the foun-
 And ye are builders of thought. To deepen earnest inspiration; To raise the lofty aspirations;
 To teach as should be wrought. Each little weekly in county Goes laden with joyful bounty
 To minds that crave It's aid. Each tiny drop that fills the river Carries some sand within its quiver
 With which new worlds arc made. A million drops the granite kisses, A million grains the granite misses;
 Each drop has stolen a grain- But far away in Mexic basins The drops became most fruitless masons
 And rear an island main. Go, tiny drops, go build your islspds; Lay massive plains and raise the high
 lands
 For other life to use. Go, tiny sheets and cheer the cottage, Go add sweet to scanty pottage
 And warmer life infuse. Reach for the hearts where care is in-
 serted, Touch the wan cheek which health has
 deserted
 And kiss the pal,id brow. Go, on light wings to hearts awcary, Search for the hearts with path marl.s
 dreary
 And breathe cheary VOW. Go to the banks where money is lyfnl ', Break the dread locks and set it to buy .
 ing
 The idlc goods on hand. A thousand curses on the follow That hoards the dollars round and vel :
 low,
 Till commerce leaves the land. This never-ending sin of hoarding, Is but the pirate act of boarding
 The honest crafts at sea. And when Gods lightning strike the
 pillage, Whether In city, town or village
 There'll swell a jubilee. In . thousand ways we rob each other; In thousand ways daily another
 The golden love Of man. In thousand ways we voice the gam.
 mon Which springs from the thousand
 mouths of mammon
 As an honest business plan. We rob ourselves of home and pleasure By stopping the course of legaI treasuro
 In stocking or in vault. If all the salt were locked in eeIlars