The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-05-25
"PoLLocK's" DREAM.
Bloomi

When dresry phantOms fitting now and then
my brain
With ghostly spectral motion chanting songs Of
dire refrain,
When picture there comes looming of lie sadness
in this world
OF the widows and the orphans, OF their misery
furled.
Clothed in the garment sorrow. to keep out The
winds OF care,
Their ehamping teeth Of hunger in their rage would
gladly tear.
When the mother in her suffering courts the thought
OF sudden death,
With her children round her huddled they
tremble with the breath
OF the vulture slow starvation. with its leering,
CHASTITY grin
In sardonio expectation tvixt the lurking shadows
seen.
With his monstrous, powerful tslons and bis
sbarpend swapping besk
he brings terror the bravest and the strongest
hearts grow weak.
When the maden's lost her lover. when the nearest
kin has flown,
When the lamp of life burns dimly. when the voice
has lost Its tone.
When avalanche Of torture has dried Up the
source of tears
With bursting heart Of sorrow and bu Tning soul
of tears.
Who can measure them the darkness. who the light
TO ms Testore2
Who can fathom all this trouble. who the mystery
explore?
We can boast OF civilization aud the power We have
In the various fields of science, In the plowshArs
and the gun;
How we've climbed the highest mountain, how the
store we've counted Ger,
Unregsrdful of the danger which We met ct every
door.
We have grappled with tho hArdships which arctic
climes impose.
And in part at least have managed their secrets to
expose.
In ihe hot and torrid regions meath oloudess open
sky,
We have hasten'd on to battle, Though 10 conquer
was 90 die;
Nor has wealth aud Eastern knowledge been AllOwd
20 waste as such
From the watchful Anglo-esxoR his Flooding
magic touch,
Thus tits seen tho great in we're weak in ether
ways,
Our grasp for worldly knowledge, true knowledge
but delays;
We think we're great, but our thought Us but de-
ceives,
We mount the chair 10 lecture when We ought to
bend knees.
We preach and talk of virtue but We live careless
life,
Would gladly end the wickednsss but dread the cast
and strife.
Behold our boosted wisdom. what is It to rs but
straw,
While the vicious with Us mingls and the wicked
make the lav2
We're millionaires In plenty with . pemp that
breeds disgust,
While noble few but manly try to stem the tide Of
lust.
Denled now much our justice with its mock court
feeding sin,
And sophistries in high places which but help the
mock courts win.
It's raging of evil 'gAinst the minor fortress
good
With the missiles born Of passion and appetite for
blood.
With the ermns STEPPED In ranklS and its logic lost
in doubt.
With the judge but left boastsr and the pleadsr put
10 rOut,
With rising alton 'mongst the people Of dis
gust
That their much loved goddess justice, should lend
it's aid TO lust.
With the widows face appealing with the orphAns'
still unfed,
There comes laundering through the ages through
the ages not yet sped,
In mighty host unvailing in voice of holy wrath,
All the pricks and prods OF conscience which attend
the sinners death.
As yet our retribution Is suspended by the arm
OF the noble youth forbearsnce aud the vixen false
alarm,
But my friends there's danger and the dangeri not
far,
When the owlish comet lswless will become the
polar star. POLLOCK.