San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-03-06
HOPES, FEARS, AND FACTS.
Dedicated to VIII Hubbard Herman, ESQ
of the New York Mercury, etc;

anu b'NbSA Sbiii Is a. ANIN'
| would wander through Parnassus,
With you go through its wales,
Court the Muses. there in earnest.
And listen 10 their tales:
L would learn of thee, my master,
To strike the mystic Tyre
That echoes in the human heart
And nindles holy fire.
| would sing the songs Of Freedom,
And teach a truer love,
OF Manhood's duty unto man,
As taught by Heaven above,
And those songs should teach lesson,
On Natures happy plan,
Making all men to be brothers,
And each to be a man.
Not as beasts, prey on his fellow,
Take vantage of his size.
But give to all the dues that's fair
And merit its earned prize.
The golden principle should rule,
"All equal in their BIRTH"
Nor man be Judged by wealth or cloth es,
But by his solid worth.
l would sing a song OF justice true
Alike to rich and poor,
A fair days wage for labor good,
Fair time, and rest when DER:
And that song should have its object
mat WOulu DE understood,
No legislation for a class,
But all for public good.
All this, good friend. fain would do,
And lead the world Alright,
TO make OF it paradise,
So happy, good and bright.
Yet such as I, I'm told and see,
Who on evil place the salve,
Are just the men who feel neglect,
And hat 'tis n
IT'S hard indeed, but even
Am not 10 be deferred,
God gave to me pen and voice
That shall be seen or heard,
And II fail. or if fall,
10 honor I have won,
And in that hour | simply say,
"Oh Lord! thy will be done.
And know that he, in his good time.
VIII we'll avenge my cause,
And that my motives, understood.
VIII merit mans applause.
Though might be right for little time,
In the end all things come right,
And in the long run man will see
That right alone is might.
The manners and the times are changed,
Much to the good S disgust,
Intelligence has gone to dogs,
And brains have gone to lust
A Shakespeare, in our modern times,
Or Byron, with his sway,
Would yield TO In the Bowery,"
Or TIA ra- boom decay"
Oh! I'm ashamed of manhood now.
And thus I'm sure you feel,
For brains have surely left It's head
And sunk into its heel.
No genius, however great,
Can hope now to advance,
With fighters and the base ball fad,
The parties or the dance.
My friend, sorrow DER these facts,
For dread Nations fall;
Twas just the same with Rome and
Greece,
And even so with Gaul.
Whenever vice and luxury,
With sports have gone ahead,
That nation has decayed and passed
In silence to the dead.
Miles divide us and the chance is
That we may ne'er clasp hands,
But as kindred spirits, greeting,
We are bound IN friendships bands;
And methinkS they're knit so firmly,
And in such loving tetheT,
That the kindly fates are working
And drawing us together.
Happy day! Oh gCodly fortune.
Speed its coming on our way,
That together we may wander
To a fairer, brighter day.
Vain, UtOpian, let them call us,
But we live within the soul.
by Promethian fire we're working
And must reach the happy goal.
And if perchance, we neer may meet,
We yet can do our duty.
BE honest, stick to Natures plans,
And revel in her beauty.
And when either cease to labor,
With earth his ashes blend.
The one who loves aud waiteth
VIII sorrow for a friend.
Not for friend as some account.
A friend alone in name,
But as those historic heroes
Who won a deathleSS fame.
Such friendship as good Damon
To pythias placed to view,
That has his home within the soul
And in life must be true.
Fuller's Hands.