The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1892-07-05
sACRAMENTo REcoRD-UNIoN. TUESDAY, July 5, 1ss

ground illumined by memories of brilliant
national achievements, in the midst of happy
homes and smiling cradles we need seek no
further ground on which TO build our faith in
Fatherland.
THE POEM, AND ITS READER.
The President then introduced c. L.
Paige, the Poet of the Day, who escorted
Miss Emile May Connolly to the front
as the reader OF his production, a poetic
gem OF thought and brilliancy worthy
OF the day, and rejecting credit upon the
author, who Is member of the RECORD
UNIONS local staff. Miss Connolly read
the poem admirably, with feeling that
communicated itself to the audience, and
at the conclusion found vent in rounds of
applause, repeated again and again. 1t
was fine example of EFFECT" due to the
reader, the feeling sentiment of the text,
| and being lifted up by the thought of the
theme:
The poet from the crest of Time, should cast
A clearer vision DER the scope OF years;
Inc world Is his-its future and Its past
And all the sum of human hopes and fears.
| 1t must be so; all-all that man has wrought
Began and ended, was, and is-a thought.
The thinker is the maker; and his might
Ihrobs In the brows OF men and shapes the
mind.
| He masters motive motion, sense and sight;
| What is to be, by him shall be assigned
Through him creative thought expression
Which scorns all bounds and breaks despotic
chains.
Man measures time by instants: thus its fight
Seems slow sequence of divergent signs;
IL IS not so! Nv hatever is, is rlght.'
All truths converge-there are no tangent
lines
The mystic purpose through the ages keeps,
True as the whirling sphere its orbit sweeps.
Man comprehends but slowly the great
OFT clings TO old traditions; doubts the new;
Til widening circles spread and like dream
New realms of promise open to his view;
While on the sight the passing shadows
Light CLEANS ahead, and Reason cries, Cad
Vancer'
Deception is destruction; Truth prevails!
The fittest must surViVe-all else decay
Each narrow dogma in succession quails
Before the force of thought which leads tie
! Enlightened Reason rules. Freedom abroad!
Man lows TO nothing but the will of God.
That flag is ours; it is not ours alone;
1t is a product total Of all time;
IL floats for all the wCrid-the farthest zone
1t has invaded, and il owns no cline.
Nations are men; mans country is the earth.
And equal rights concOmitant with BIRTH
That flag is ours in trust, and we engage
by every pledge held sacred, true aud dear
we VIII maintan the matches heritage.
And the stern compact OF tie SignerS here!
cur course is fiXel-the time OF ques,i on past;
Inc ole once thrown, mans tate Was N the
cast!
! We tate the time the spirit took its form
! The noblest thought that ever man was
Which Jared that glorious symbol DER the
of human strife, and made it blaze to
But farther back is traced the hope. the will
Farther than Valley Forge or Bunker Hill!
Far from beyond the sea the Mayflower bore
The spirit, in the fearless, faithful few
And Plymouth Rock had heard Atlantic roar
For ages since that hope at man was new
Though here ii found its favored final home
The spirit lived in ancient Greece and Rome
1t has been thwarted! who shall name its
cost?
Who count its heroes OF arrafgn its foes?
To-day we glory in what's won! What's lost
We will not sigh for, but forget it's woes
No good was ever gained without its price
The world will not regret the sacrince!
It's foes still are, scarce known to truth and
Bat, nantled in the shadows of the Past.
They hide their faces in the gloom of night,
Ana INT d1ScOrdant NO ceS on the blast
They live too late! their day is past and
gOnet
And, like dank mists, evanish at the dawn.
There are heroic forces in all things.
combating with stagnation and despair:
AS the. fierce tempest, with its lightning.
brings
The purer elements to earth and air.
SO has 1t been in mans greatfeld OF strife
The good and Ill essential are to life.
Who lacks in faith or doubts what has been
won,
When freedoms foes are numbered for all
time?
| Who strikes her flag or fires a hostile gun
Deserts his race. 10 clasp the hand of criineI
Dark ignorance alone-the fiendish power
| VIII prompt the act, but perish in the hour!
There tcas a time for ,oay-it is no more,
| The age of Reason is when war Shall cease
Confusion relgns where barbarous cannon
And righteous laws are only known to
peacei
Where martial hosts or mighty armies stand
| There Justice totters in u threatened land!
Hope halls the banner with the stripes and
| Eternal glory on that emblem shinesl
! 1t is the trophy of q thousand wars
In it alone true Liberty enshrnes!
Long shall 1t wave, to fire the PATRIOTS glance.
The segis OF the world the symbol of adj
vance,
years, then came to the front and recited
Our Stripes and Stars" by F. J. Fox,
She gave it with such strength, such
declamatory fervor, and with so much of
dramatic effect as to surprise all who
heard her for the first time. The little
one was recalled by storm of applause.
and recited The Camp Fire" She is
a very precocious and gifted child in
dramatic reading. The child was quite
| as warmly applauded for the last as for
| the first reading.
HAIL COLUMBIA"
Mrs. Percy Ross then sang, supported
by the Choral Society, Hail Columbia
1t was fine effort. Her pure soprano
was heard to full advantage. She threw
into the song the feeling, the thought of
| the words, and sang with that earnestness
and brilliancy that patriotic emotion in
spires. 1t was a fiue musical achieve
ment, for, despite the familiarity of the
people with the music and its words, she
gave them newaa interest.
Rev. K. NJ. Stevenson then pronounced
The benediction and the audience was dis
missed.
1t was a patriotic entertainment that
lasted precisely one hour and fifteen min
utes, but into such space of time we
doubt If ever before any better patriotic
observance was crowded. 1t was
thoroughly enjoyed by the people, who,
with few exceptions, remained TO the
close and gave strict attention, and mani
tested their pleasure and satisfaction by
generous plaudits.
PRIVATE FIpEZVORES