The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-07-05

poor, upon an equality stand and be-
gin the race of life together. Laughing
children which you see are the en-
bryo men and women who in the fu-
ture will guide the state. The poet here
with his dimpled feet barred to the
bhstering sands, runs his race
with the inventive mind which will be-
come the future Edison. The childish
cries of yonder boy will some day
crystalline into majestic oratory and
sway the senate. 1t is the great re-
public's miniature, where, in the
bright cocoon of childhood dwell the
poet, the philosopher, the warrior and
the statesman of future years This
simple institution of learning is as
much part and parcel of our form of
government as are the written laws
upon our books. But from whence
come these children whose twinkling
eyes ill the walls of their school-room
with sunshine? We turn another
scene. 1t is a bright, fresh morning
The insects, banquetiBg, make the air
ring with their busy sounds. The
fresh-grown grasses. sweet With the
breath of heaven. lend a rich perfume
to the breeze. There a wreath Of
roses, and hardy holIyhocks rear their
many-colored crests by the shades of
the barn; the mild-eyed cattle stamp
the flies. There is a porch with
d
fond mother ties upon a fiaXen head
summer hat and places within the
plump, round fingers the handle Of the
dinner pail. 1t is the American home,
about whose hearthstone there cluster
memories as beautiful as fairyland,
whose streets are made of gems and
light and flowers 1t is the American
mother, whose gentle graces glisten
more brightly than the loveliest amber
bn Of ni.,7c
IS the bright place of patriotism and
the initial point of all our greatness.
To its shrine let US bow. Let us yield
all honor and all praise.
1t Is but step from the home to the
school-room. These two are linked in
chains as pure as silver and as en-
during as the iron of our mountains.
They hold the magic key to all our
prosperity, and from their threshold
walk forth children through the door
of n2nhood, armed with the glittering
weapons of the mind and equipped for
the struggle that is waged in life, as
ceaseless as the flow of Niagara. Let
me picture to you still another scene.
The quiet beauty OF the school and
homa is past. Loud beat the deep
voiced drums. Banners fly the air
and spirit of contention sways the
multitudeS. The boy, now grown 20
dence Of his choice of men and meas
ures, pauses amid the cares of life to
cast in the nations urn a freeman's
vote. This bit of paper, when rightly
used, is at once our bulWark and our
strength. II should be kept as pure as
the breath OF infants, else it will turn
and sting the hand that casts it. Bet
ter would it be for our cities to DE
swept with the bosom of fire than that
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ballot to be furnished. 1t is the fOunt-
ain from which flows the great river of
our governmental life, and if made inn
pure a. the source the disease of swift
and sure destruction will flow through
each artery and vein and carry the
dread blight of corruption into all our
institutions. War may come and sweep
the land with its breath of fire, but
the flowers will grow and hide its
grim burrows. Famine may torture
with the pangs of hunger, but the rain
will fall in time and the wheat fields
grow once more. Pestilence may
spread death into a thousand homes,
but it will be followed by the breath
of health, and time will heal its raw
ages. We can withstand war, pest
Ience and famine, but we cannot with
stand the dread disease that springs
from a corrupt ballot. If this DE true.
and our good sense tells us that it
must be, we should surround the bal
lot-box with safeguards so strong that.
like Caesars wife, it shall be above
suspicion. If we do this, then, as a
nation we shall live. If the nation
lives, great cities will grow in these
Rocky mountains. Palaces of onyx,
marble and alaIbaster will be the adj
of all people We live near
the great silent sea within whose
breast is locked the mysteries of CEN
turtles. AT one time it reached forth
its arms and traced with its fingers
the shore line upon the mountain side
one thousand feet above us. The rocky
peaks, whose shadows in summer kiss
the ripples of the great dead sea, have
the waves Tecede through I'M
known ages. The changes wrought are
written upon the granite leaves of the
but wonderful though they
be, they are no greater than will be
wrought by the busy hands and active
brain of the people who are to come.
Here in Utah two million people will
make their homes. Our great lake will
be pIoughed by pleasure yachts and
giant steamers, our hills will be ira
versed by a hundred railways. They
will be dotted by pleasant homes and
great hotels, with shady groves and
such a wilderness of flowers that the
lake will look as if a shower of fairy
wreaths had fallen upon it from the
sky. This land, where the air is
Oalmy, where the waters carry health
within their waves, with soil of fab
llous richness, whose mountains TEEN (
with the wealth of India,
Whose rivulets are like brides.
Lovely, with gold beneath their tides.
S destined to be the home of mighty !
people in the fore front of progress. |
We are destined to advance to such |
material prosperity that our widest |
ireams will be but shadows. Here have /
been planted the seeds of American |
principles which will ripen into a rich |
harvest that will surely grow upon |
our fertile soil.
Let us turn to the future, We can
lot peer within its depths, but we can
Judge from the roseate hue shining /
lays TO come will be days of glory for /
Jtah-days Of glory for America. We |
will take the children of other lands, |
cared in poverty and bound down (
With ignorance, and lead them into /
light and freedom From a cornucopia /
# plenty there will be scattered wealth .
among the people.
Ienceforth, America, man looks up |
to thee,
Not down at the dead republics Arise
Arise.
That all men may behold thee. Be not
proud;
Be humble and be wise:
And let thy head be bowed
TO the unknown, Supreme One. who
on high
Has 7wiiled thee hot to die
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