Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-10-22

To find q world-blessed his purposes!
The hero knew not what virgin soul
Laughed through glad eyes when at her
/ feet he laid
The gaudy trappings of mans masquer
ade.
She who had dwelt in forests, heard the roll
Ot lakes down-thundering to the sea.
Beheld from cleaning mountain heights
Two oceans play ing with the lights
or eve and m orn-ah! what would she
With all the out-worn pac eantry
or purple robe and heavy mace and crOwni
Smiling she casts them down,
Unfit her you ng austerlty
OF hair unboun and strong limbs bare and
brown
Yet they who dare arise
And meet her stainless eyes
Forget old loves. though crowned ueens
AND SS Whittier her winged feet fare
They follow though death be there
So sweet, so fleet so goddess-pure is She
Her voice is like deep rivers that do flow
Through forests bending low.
Her step is softest moonlight. that doth
The ocean to its course
Gentle her smile, tor something in mans
worId,worn, time-weary. furrowed deep
Thrills her chaste heart with a more tender
grace.
Softly she smoothes the wrinkles from his
Wrought by the baleful years,
Smiles sunshine on the hoar head, whispers
low
New charges from the awakened will of
Words ali of fire, that thrill his soul with
youth.
Not with his brother is mans battle here,
The challenge OF the earth, that Adam
His love austere breathes in his eager ear,
And 10! the knight who warred at loves
command,
And Scared the face of Europe, sheaths
his sword.
Hearing from untaught lips a nobler
word,
Taking new weapons from an unstained
With axe and oar. with mallet and with
spade,
She bids the hero conquer, unafraid
Though cloud-veiled Titans be his lordly
Spirits of earth and air, whose wars prook
no repose.
For from far;away mountain and plain,
From the shores of the sunset sea,
The unwearying rulers complain, complain,
And throng from the wastes to defend their
reign,
Their threatened majesty.
The low prairies that lie abloom
Sigh out to the summer air:
Shall our dark soil be the tomb
OF the flowers that rise so fair?
And nourish his golden grain?
We VIII freeze and burn and snare.
All! bid him beware! beware!
And the forests, heavy and dark and deep
With the shadows of shrouded years
In murmurous voice, out of age-long sleep,
Ask the winds: What creatures rude
Would storm our solitude?
Hath his soul no fears no tears?
The prone rivers lit up their snow-crowned
heads.
Arise in wrath from their rock-hewn beds,
ana roar: we Will ravagea and drown
Ere we float his white ships down.
And the lakes from q mist
Of amethyst
Call the storm-clouds down, and grow ashen
and brown.
And all the four winds wall:
our gales shall make him quail
By binding snow, by burning sun
His strength shall be undone
Then men in league with these
Brothers of wind and waste
Hew barbs of flint, and darkly haste
From sheltering tents and trees:
And mutter: Awayi Away!
children of white-browed day!
Who dares profane our wild gods reign
c,f,e we torture to- tn land and trap aud slay.
CnlId OF the light, the shadows fall in vain
herald OF God, in vain the powers con-
spire. WA
Armed with truths holy cross, faiths
sacred fire,
Thou-h often yanquished he sba1, rio.
again, 'o
Nor rest till the wild lords of earth ana air
b.; Bow to his will, his burdens glad to bear.
Inc angels leave him not through the long
strife, e
BUT sing large annals OF their own wide life
L4[inS T MIN on to freedom. On that field,
From giants won, shall man be slave to
man?
ma Lo! clan on clan,
-, Ihe embattled nations gather to be one,
clasp hands as brother meath Columbia's
shield,
Upraise her banner to the shining sun.
Along her blessed shore
one heart, one song, one dream
Man shall be free forevermore
And love shall be supreme.