The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1898-12-03

The beast to the naked ridges" I see
them stand face to face;
See the old flint-lock level'd, see the
flash in the pan, ....
And the lightning stroke of Adam-zad,
the bear that walks like nan!
Alas for thee, brave young hunter, long
horrored in Old Matun!
Yet Adam-zad. who defaced thee, did bet
ter than thou hadst done
If, in that wager of battle, man against
bear, thou hadst won;
He left thee tongue to curse him! He
left thee brain to plan! ,
What wouldst thou be hadst thou hunted
the lion that walks like a man?
Not from a ''stony playground" slips he
away from his den!
He roars and bounds from Goods City,"
to prey upon women and men;
To kill for the passion of killing, this
lion that walks like man, -
While Adam but RACES and mangles
within the domain of his ban.
Out from that city his ranges redden ard
radiate
Over the nigh lands, and islands remote;
wherever state
Labors and worships unguarded he RACES
for human food,
Until the fires of its households are
quenched in their votaries' blood.
He scours the plains and the mountains,
that nothing escape his wrath;
Stays the priest at the altar, the herd in
the byway path. Is
The hind in the ripened harvest, the
women cowring and wan
For he kills for the lust of killing, this
lion that walks like a man.
Thro- the fair lands he hath ravaged-
save those consigned to despair,
Wretches o'erlooked in the carnage-si-
lence and solitude lair
In their dead cities, and ruin gapes for
Yea, from the lands DER deserts we track
him by tribal bones! 80 ~ - -.
Those who escaped from the Slaughter
fled ere the beast could devour
His way, thro' their kindred, to them
grew unto God-given power: -"
When, in his rage, he pursued them
rage which their blood should ap-
pease-
They rose. like the teeth of the dragon;
met him with lance-graven pleas;
Pluck't his red beard in the forest:
lash't his brown sides on the seas
Sent the brute. :skulking and skuiking,
back to his den in the seas.
"Eyeless, noseless and lifeless!" Poor
beggar, thy fate is sad,
And up from my heart there welleth
curse upon Adam-zad;
But think of the lands devastated; the
slaughter of chief and clan!
The peoples and hearts desolated! the
ShClCIOu CdIdHdA:
The work of this devil-lion, grown great
on the woes of man.
Yet, look at the Lions City; singer and
peer and priest.
Drunk with the blood of the nations,
shouting unto the beast, =.
ROBBED in their leonine plumber, pressing,
with banners unfurld,
Into their temples to worship Moloch be-
striding the world!
Preachers who bow to the idol! Sophists
who glorify wrong! .,,..,,.
Singers who crown him with garlands,
sharing his guilt in their soag!
Loud-mouthed hypocrites, think ye blood
is consumed by the dust?
Think We the cries of lost nations fail
in the blare of your lust?
Thou who art clothed in freedom, be-
ware of the lions love!
Still meet him with hand lace-lifting,
that hand in the iron glove!
/
roared in ravening mood
Soft looks his mane--as thy mothers
golden locks. 9Th tinse of blood
Yea, God of love. it's thy mothers golden
hair red with he: blood!
I charge thee, o Eagle Spirit, trust not
his simulant bleat,
Tho. prone on his tawny belly, he lick
the dust at thy feetl
False to thy fame and thy fathers, tryat-
ing with ancient deceit,
Thou'lt tread. DER again, the red vintage,
ending where you began.
If thou dost truce with Alba-zad, the lion
that looks like man!
= Michael Seaman In Irish World.