New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-10-23
TWO PICTURES.'
SPAIN, 1892; AMERICA, 1872.

been sD0rn OF DIS mlSnt
And dawns the unspeakable morning which never ID
conquered by night,
No shrine ever buIlded by mortals that wonderful
picture shall hold.
1t shall hang in the Pantheon peerless in remorys
temple of gold
At the gate OF a Heaven kissed convent whee want
never pleaded In vain,
In the beautiful land Of the Virgin the heart Of the
garden Of Spain.
A stranger Is tmdly knocking who begs ss he
humbles his head
For the child whose hand he Is holding, "GoDd rsirs,
morsel Of bread"
impoverished unhonored unfriended, he wanders pil.
grim forlorn.
His pathway resounds with the laughter and bleds
with the briars Of scOrn,
So wearled and bafied behold him. exile, deridsd.
reved
As be stands at the gate Of the convent beseechngs
crust for his child.
The blessed Francscans haste to him. the arms Of their
love open wide.
They succor with Chrfslke compassion the child press
ing close TO his sde
But the pity they feel for the beggar dies out In as
founding surprise,
As they see that some vision ranscendent sunusea
with spendOr his eyes.
Then the PRIOR soft speaking, adiures him. this oecsar
OF mystical men,
Thy vsion-we pray thee unfold 1t; what Is II my
spirit hast scent
Thine eyes are beholdlng glory-has' chnioeu ""0'
the Law-gver trod?
Has the armament taught thee Its Secrets mast s'o0
In the presence OF God?"
The beggar smiles calm on the frlars' anu n'''eu W
their earnest behest,
Slow and with Infinite yearhihs looA' '"' "A"
long at the west, 60.
Then he answers "wouldst know Of my visionI COCO
fathers, l hear and obey
I've seen it, seek it. III find 1t, the way leadhs "e''
to Cathay
That vision upnfts and sustains me- IL shheS WIN
so ardent glow ~ A.,
Each mount OF despair as IL rises Is so"e' INV
sun-smtten snow
And, 10, the delectaolc MOUNTAINS S'e"' " ~
Ing the while, ,
Whose SUBMITS are crimson lor ever VII" '
ineilable smile"
rho, r,c,ure the ages shall cherish, its colors fade
not with the years, . ,.
Humanity turns to 1t fohdiy anu ''"' '"
tenderest tears ,, -. 49,.
pebold him. the marvellous dreamer behold him. the
jeered and reyiled,
As he stands at the gate OF the coh'ep' o'''e''
crust for his ctild
Here here where the jubilant hauohs 'ne S"'" w.
their plenty shall bring ..
y,, Ioud through these festival temples the anthems
OF harvest home ring.
There shall grow the canvas OF fancy picture "
summer hue,
,rbose .kics wear the magical color CT nalys arches
Of blue
IT'S a picture that gladdens the spirit, hsu'e Of
deathess renown,
Round his head like halo is SHINING VIC '' " ~
radiant crown.
IN his eve, the old glory is flaming, more bright than
the noonblazing sun,
While his lace Is the face OF martyr who's fought
good fight and has won
He shall loom in our beautiful pageant as over 'h'
valley arise 4,
The heights Of the pinnacled Jungtrau which melt 10
the waves OF the Skies
The wide world shall render him homage ''ian N''"'
him It's bravest and best,
Az here in his splendid frultion ne sree's ''e -'
Queen Of the West
And To- while the incense is rlsins ''efe '"' '
glow In the air, ,
The curtains Of cloudland are parted presehoe A'
mortal Is there ,,,.s.,
,ris the conquenng goddess OF Progress With oiuhs
and smiles she descends,
And over Columbus, the deathess' VII" ''"'' ''''
ing sic bends
With the souls subtle sight we shall see tnem' snA"
hail them each festival day.
They shall saunter from temple 10 'eniP'e' 'N
beIchten each brilliant array 5000
,,n,,a With ,ov AT the treasures heaped high
in the garners oil Peace. ,, .,, uo-
They shall pray that her smiling battahohs maAe ""''
the grim visaged. TO cease.
:, our ears are attuned. ah. the rapture-from mo
heros own lips we shall near .,
. =, TALKS 70 the conauering goddess. the tale OF MS
dauntless career. - 80. IT.. ~
oh, epic OF courage s"oh"ieS'' INV
No pillar Of cloud or OF nre' 0u' Why wv
hope.
And Away and Away the godoeSs sna' oe"A'
passionate pride, ~
q, nor hero whose service is grandest the CARING
who walks at her side. ~
Not fonder the look OF the pilgrim the oesgar deroeo'
reviled.
As he turned at the gate OF the coh'en' anu s"
the face of his child
Those ,ov bedecked temples shall perish. the harvest
home anthems shall cease
Too soon at the touch OF times niger snah 'aNSN '"'
pageant Of Peace.
Nm, msmorv,s music thrills ever her building is never
In vain .,
All castles the ages shall crumole save ner sn"'e"s
castles In Spain. ,,,,
r, hccar forlorn at the convent the ages nvincibe
knight, ,u
These pictures shall cheer anu aomoii'H "" ~
be shorn OF his might
And ever TO him who regards them, though nope may
have Knocked him. they'll say,
r,, hor, from the darkness that's thickest, there
blossoms the ravlshing day!'
III.
O Progress. with thy restless eyes.
Sleepless as fate and tlreess as the sum-
rbou mighty mother OF the worlds emprise'
Here where We bring the treasures thou mast "S"s
R.nd thou thine ear and list TO our acclaim.
stav thy imperial march by land and sea-
while We this temple vocal with thy hSms'
We dedicate TO thee!
Whatever here shall show mankind
That spite OF history's lying page
Not buried in the years behind.