The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-02-23

10 SOOtne a CIVIC wound OF Keep II raw,
Be loyal If you wish for wholesome rule;
Our ancient boast is this-we reverence
law.
Or, Loyalty dislOyal, battled for our rights.
0 Grief and Shame. If while I preach of
Whereby to guard our freedom from Of
Tense
And trust an ancient manhood and the
OF England and her wealth of common
sense
There hang within the heavens a dark dis
Some vast AssyrIan doom to burst upon
our race
I feel the thousand cankers of our state
I fain would shake their triple-folded
The hogs, who can believe in nothing
sneering bed-rfdden in the down of
Peace,
over their scrips and shares, their meats
With stony smirks at all things human
and divinel
l honor much l say this mans appeal.
We drag so deep in our commercial mire,
We move so far from greatness that l feel
Exception to be character'd in fire.
Who looks for God-like Greatness here
The British Goddess. sleek Responsibility.
She feels not how the social frame is
Iack'd,
She loves a little scandal which excites
little feeling is "a want of tact
For her there lie in walt millions Of foes.
And yet the mot too much is all she
knows
Poor soul! behold heri what decorous
calmi-
She, with her weekday worldHness suf-
feed
Stands in her pew and huns her decent
With decent dippings at the name of
Christi
And she has moved on that smooth way
so long,
She hardly can believe that she shall suf-
fer wrong.
Alas. our church, alas, her growing ills.
And those who tolerate not her toler-
But needs must sell the burthen of their
To that half-pagan harlot kept by
Free subjects of the kindliest of all
Headlong they plunge their doubts among
old rags and bones.
Alas, church-writers. Alternating tribes
The vessel of your church may sink in
Christ cried, Woe, woe to Pharisees and
Like them, you bicker less for truth than
forms
! sorrow when / read the things you write.
What unheroic pertness! what unchristian
spite!
Alas, our youth, so clever, yet so small,
Thin dilettanti deep in natures plan
Who make the emphatic One, by whom is
all,
An essence less concentrated than a
mani
Better wild Mahmouds warcry once again
o fools, we want a manlike God and
God-like men.
Go, frightful omens. Yet once more / turn
To you that mould mems thoughts, /
call on you
To make opinion warlike, lest we learn
A sharper lesson than we ever knew.
/ hear thunder though the skies are
fair,
But shrill you. loud and long, the warning
There was recently added to the British
museum a curious autograph correction
which Tennyson made to Maud" written
in his own hand in the first American edi-
ton Boston, Ticknor and Fields, 1850. At
the end of a section he adds stanza which
appears in all the subsequent editions. But
his unsuccessful attempts are extremely
interesting as Indicative of the way in
which his mind worked; First he wrote
and drew his pen through this:
Let 1t go or stay so 1 live henceforth
resigned
BY the light of love not lost, with
And rejoice in my native land and am one
with my kind.
After crossing this out with a curve and
a cross, he wrote in his fine, neat hand,
And / rise from
So offer a life half-lost with a better mind
embrace the purpose of God and the
doomed assigned
And rejoice in my native land and am
one with my kind.
1t will be noted that the punctuation is
largely omitted, though the fully corrected
stanza which follows has most of the ne
will now be found, / presume, the regular
edition is as follows:
Let it flame or fade and the war roll
down like wind.
We have proved we have hearts in a
cause, we are noble still,
And myself have awakened as it seems
to the better mind,
1t is better to fight for the good than to
rail at the i'll
have felt with my native land, / am one
with my kind;
/ embrace the purpose of God and the
doom assignd.
There are a number of other more or
less interesting fragments which the poet
has not seen fit to include in his collect
ed works, and which l fancy have not
been reprinted in any American edition.
In the catalogue of the book sale of the
late Mr. Frederick Locker Lampson's Ii
brary are these two stanzas never in
Guided in any printed edition of THE
After the line. From head to ankle
fine is the stanza:
Another flcker'd through the shade
To dance upon her lap,
The sixth a little glory made
All round the muslin cap.
The other verse is:
The woodpecker is kindly bred,
Has often tapt and chung,
And hammered with his garnet head
And kist me with his tongue.
Four of five years ago new edition of
Pearl" an old English poem, was edit
ed by Israel Gollancz, and ii was pre-
faced by these four lines by Tennyson:
We lost you-for how long a time
True Pearl of our poetic prime!
We found you, and you CLEAN reset.
In Britain's Lyric coronet.
In Jebbs Greek Primer" will we found
these lines not printed elsewhere, of which
Prof. Jebb says, ''The following stanza
preserves the genuine Greek cadence OF
the Sapphic stanza)
Faded every violet, all the roses;
Gone the glorus promise, and the victim
Broken in this anger of Aphrodite
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