The herald., 1897-11-28

with the host that is so strong.
For he hath found that the right is weak,
who battleth for the wrong.
The mightiest warrior thou hast known.
o mans immortal race.
Was the dauntless soul who fought alone.
on the bitter field of Peace;
Where humbly flowed through Judah's
land. Jordan's memorious stream.
There bent he Ger its glistenins sand, that
man of an idle dream.
Who would with lowly fisher band. POM
pous world redeem.
The fox might so unto its lair.
The bird unto the limb.
But the homes of men had never where,
A resting place for him.
He preached upon the green seaside,
He taught beneath the trees,
His temple was the heavens wide.
The sunshine and the breeze.
His pulpit was the fisher boat.
On fateful Gaiilee,
His choir sang but the song-bird's note.
Trilled DER the silent sea.
The sickly form. the hollow rule.
But fances of the scribe.
Were meet for the unthinlking fool,
Who feared a brothers gibe.
Christ cast these idle bands aside,
Wove since the world began,
BY mankind's supercilious pride.
To fetter foolish man.
And at the shrine of such as he bow Mann
mon and Greed allow.
For only the lauded hero they see, whittier
habit bids them go,
But their lives are as barren of his deeds
as equator is OF snow.
Their fame wherein his name Is writ, of
Him hath but the name;
The throng the Sabbath brings to it. hath
better eye for clothly fit
Upon a fellow frame;
And the service OF God is yearly sold. to
them that may yield the largest gold.
Six days the mart doth openly rule, the
seventh 1t rules in quiet;
Who acteth Christ is but fool, II he make
no profit by it.
So runs the world its course along, as in
Judeas day:
So now once more the prophets song,
rings the tribes of earth among.
Calling again to the field of Peace, to fight
the bitter fray.
Forth go the columns to that eager field.
Where trembling stands the driven foe at
a bay: = ~
But 10! the hand of Death conquering
sword doth WELD.
And calls the leader from the field away.
The leader, who had no wealth. no power
of state or throne,
Into whose soul was burned the truth he
taught,
Who had no fear to teach it all alone,
Whose daily life condemned his teaching
not.
Who did not watch the weather vane of
power.
To learn how blew the breeze of its desire:
Who saw the wrong, and forth ere died the
hour,
Set to the combat with soul of fire.
A leader great. a true and tireless friend,
To those who toiled in poverty along;
What cloak the voice Of fashion did COM
mend,
Wherein should stalk the hideous form of
Wrong
To the dark hut where misery did grope,
To snatch its last. its feeble ray of hope.
That cloak he tore from plunderlng
Wrong away,
And showed it forth in its responsiveness:
10 ToNerty restored nope 8 beckOninE ray,
And filled our souls with his own earnest
ness.
AS in the olden time. so once again,
Come prophets down to point the better
path
AS in the olden time. so now do men,
Turn from their words in wrath.
Turn from their truths in pompous wrath
aside.
TIL Poverty's cold lance, or Sorrows shaft.
Doth pierce the heart through its hard
mail of pride:
Or stern Adversely its bitter draught
Doth force to lips that never such had
quaffed.
And tho the body of the prophet die,
His words immortal are. as in his soul.
And live upon the lettered page for aye,
To aid mankind unto his perfect goal.
Whate'er thou art, that guidest our few
days,
o. Power Supernal through the centuries.
Did my unfette-ed soul bow down in praise.
To thee 'twould bend the long unbended
knees.
To thank thee for the prophet lately dead,
And all the light his brilliant mind hath
shed. +.
Los Angeles, Nov. 70, 1897