Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-10-22
When dreaming kings at odds with swift

When dreaming kings, at ODDS with swlft-
Would strike that banner down.
A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme
With fame's bright wreath did crown
Through armed hosts bore it till It noated
high
Beyond the clouds, a light that can not diet
Ah hero of our younger racel
Great builder of a temple new!
Ruler, who sought no lordly place!
Warrior, who sheathed the sword he
Lover of men, who saw afar,
world unmarried by want Of war,
Who knew the path and yet forbore
To tread, till ali men should fmplore;
Who saw the light and led the way
Where the gray world might greet the day;
Father and leader, prophet sure.
Whose will in vast works shall endure,
How shall we praise him on this day of days,
Great son OF fame who mas no need OF praise?
How shall we praise him' Open wide the
OF the fair temple whose broad base he
Through its white halls a shadowy caval-
cade
or heroes moves o'er unresounding floors
Men whose brawned arms upraised these
And reared the towers that vanish in the
sky
The strong who. having wrought can never
die.
And lol leading blessed host comes.one
Who held a warning nation in his heart;
Who knew loves agony, but had no part
In loves delight; whose mighty task was
Through blood and tears that we might walk
And this days rapture own mo sad alloy.
Around him heirs OF bliss, whose bright
brows wear
Palm-leaves amid their laurels ever fair.
Gaily they come as though the drum
Beat out the Call their glad hearts knew SO
Brothers once more. dear as oryore.
Who in a noble conflict nODly feQ.
Their blood washed pure yon banner in the
sky,
And quenched the brands laid'neath these
The brave who, having fought. can never
die.
Then surging through thevastness Tise once
The aureoled heirs of light, who.
bore
Through darksome times and trackless
realms of ruth
The flag OF beauty and the torch of truth.
They tore the mask from the foul face of
Even to Gods mysteries they dared aspire;
High in the choir they lit yon altar-fre,
And filled these aisles with color and with
song:
The ever-young, the unfallen, wreathing for
Fresh garlands of the seeming-vanished
years;
Faces long, luminous, remote. sublime,
And shining brows still dewy with our
tears.
Back with the old glad smile comes one.we
We bade him rear our house of Joy to-day.
But Beauty opened wide her starry way,
And he passed on. Bright champions. of
the true,
Soldiers of peace, seers, singers ever bleSt-
From the wide ether of loftier quest
Their winged souls throng our rites to
The wise who, having known. can never
Strange splendors stream the vaulted aisles
To these we loved celestial rapture cliugs.
And music. borne on rhythm of rising
wings,
Floats from the living dead, whose breath is
song.
Columbia, my country dost thou hear7
All! dost thou hear the songs nheard of
timer
Hark! for their passion trembles at thine ear.
Hush! for thy soul must heed their call
sublime.
Those strange sounds draw thee on, for
thou shalt be
Leader of nations through the autumnal
gales
That wait to mock the strong and wreck
the free.
Dearer, more radiant than of yore,
Against the dark / see thee rise;
Thy Young smile spurns the guarded
And braves the shauowed omi nous
skies,
And still that conquering smile who see
Pledge love, life, service, all to thee.
The years have brought thee robes most
The rich professional years
And flleted thy shining hair,
And zoned thy waist with jewels rare,
And whispered in thine ears
Strange secrets of Gods wondrous ways,
Long hid from human awe and praise.