The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1895-07-03
said to be devoid thereof, ana q that


en- the Governor Of this state does hii
y in accordance with law and his oath
en- the world ceases to revolve, wher
sun rises In the west, when the Ethio'
n changes his skin and the leopard his
is, when the wicked cease from troub.
Z and the weary are at rest.
md now let us give to you the follow.
!, which was sent to Ben Harrison by
per registered letter, in 1892, and Later
olished. 1t narrates facts, most Of then
hin our personal experience, Ind will
trust, bear republishing at I his time
an independence ode.
THE ODE.
My country tits of thee.
Sweet land of liberty,
OF thee sing.
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrims pride,
Not now from mountain side
Does freedom ring.
Twas once a land of men,
Who had the courage then,
To do and dare;
To speak, and act Alright,
BY either day or night,
Not fearing man or might,
Nor secret lair.
No man then president
Made it q precedent
To league with crime:
Nor yet upon the bench,
Place one who bears this STENCIL
From rich and poor does wrench
Lands all the time.
My native country thee.
Where's now thy liberty: u
Gone when and how?
We ask Ben Harrison,
And all his garrison, ~
And all his garrison,
To draw comparison,
sTWixt then and now.
Have you not leagued with crime,
In this or foreign cline?
Now don't forget
How Dudley and his hive,
Did by their blocks of Ave,
In Indiana thrive,
They did, you bet.
OF all those judges nine,
We ask you this in fine:
Was there not one,
'Gainst whom n truth twas said;
In fraud he robs the dead,
And proof to you was read,
That this he'd done.
Did you to one Gene Hay. =
Admit or to him say,
You did not dare,
Refuse to make this turn;
For Davis and Washburn.
For then you'd surely learn,
You'd not get there?
Have you not pledges broke.
Do you not wear the yoke,
That souns of tin2
No use for you to search,
For things beyond your reach,
We fear for all you preach,
re ~ in
Look now around this night,
Where's freedoms holy light,
For which we fought;
Crushed to the earth by blight,
Nm man ever ruled by right,
But by the right of might,
See what its wrought.
Can music swell the breeze.
And sing from all the trees,
In freedoms song;
When scoundrels in their prime,
Drawn here from ev'ry cline.
Stop not at any crime,
To hide their wrong.
Now not impossible?
Nor yet improbable?
Some murd'rOus thug;
May use threat'ning looks;
Or by hooks and by crooks,
He may steal mans books;
All he can lug.
And now one word with thee.
Descendants of the free?
Ere this close;
Heed not their sanity yell;
If down the slopes of hell?
You'd see them slide pell nell,
And tear their clothes.
Then rise in all thy might,
Hurl these foul things from sight.
ViloSt of vile.
Heed not their Establishment.
Grant them their punishment,
When all to Pen are sent;
Then you can smile.
If then President?
TO such his aid~ha lent;
What shall I say;
Surely you should protest:
Not lightly nor in jest:
But work with thy zest;
Yes. Work and pray.
Oh Lord to Thee we pray;
Heed Thou our voice this day;
Let not the tool,
OF rank Hypocrisy;
Fraud or conspiracy,
Murder or anarchy
Us longer rule.
Prick Thou the conscience, then.
May all Grand Army men,
Vote as they fought?
Vote for their country's veal:
'Gainst river harbor steal.
And let all scoundrels feel:
They can be bought
Let them President.
TO this broad land be sent:
To rich and poor,
Who will our land make bright:
With freedoms holy light,
Protect us in our right;
Ger hill and moor.
One who will scorn to do,
Bidding of thieving crew:
One not impure,
One who'll not judgeship sell;
One not SO far in hell:
Despite his sanity yell,
That salt can't cure.
JOHN II. BURKE.