Worcester morning daily spy., 1898-03-18

Without mercy, without ruth?
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All! we're this the lesson that We teach.
All! were this the sermon that We preach
o Erins martyr PATRIOTS saints and sages
Q all We martyr spirits Of the ages
Past and gone!
Then were it woe, and woe indeed,
And Woe alone.
All! then were life one wailing moan
10 those who fight
For freedom, manhood brotherhood and
right
Regardless of the need
Spurning as soul-polluting weed,
That alone the shrewd and selfish heed
That alone they seek,
Howe'er the crushed ones shrek
The crown proud kingling's rank-bestow-
ing staff,
The purse-proud worldling's pelf-bestow-
ing laugh,
The underwriting tyrants title-hartng
scarf,
The pale patrician's condescending nod.
Mammon's praise for all who underfoot
Heavens hopes have trod,
Or whatever bauble be the prize,
They seek who never lift their earth
To the spirit worlds bespangled skies,
Where seeks the soul reunion,
Where seeks the soul communion
With its Maker and its God.
All! were this the lesson that We teach,
All! were this the sermon that ye preach,
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o all We master spirits of the ages
Past and gone!
Then were 1t woe, and woe indeed
And woe alone,
All! then were life one wailing moan
To those who famish, thirst and bleed
For Freedoms cause!
Who falter not, nor palter
In the dark and desperate fight
For manhood, brotherhood and right;
Who needless hear the worlds derision
Or applause,
Seeing but the vision
OF an earth newborn;
Spirit-stirred,
Hearkening but the chant sublime,
The shepherds heard
That wondTous morn,
The chant sublime
All Christendoms sweet church bells
chime
For a world forlorn-
All, were this the lesson that We teach,
All, were this the sermon that We preach,
Then were it woe, and woe alone.
All, then were life one wailing moan
To those large-souled, clear-eyed,
Who spurn the pageantry, the pomp and
pride,
The glitter and the glare.
The blazon and the blare,
OF social caste
OF Freedoms foes the strongest,
Holding out the longest,
OF freedoms foes the strongest
And the last;
Social caste,
Last
Grim fortress left of feudal times,
Where, spite of all the teaching,
Spite of all the preaching,
OF the Sacred Word,
Where, spite of all the heaVenward
winging,
God-inspired singing
OF our bards, the Christ-child's world
redeeming chimes
Are never heard;
Social caste,
Last
Stern citadel strong guarded,
Whence ever are bombarded,
In scorn of school and Tyre and holy rood,
The blest claims of human brotherhood.
All were this the lesson that We teach,
All, were this the sermon that We preach,
Then were 1t woe, and woe alone,
All, then were life one wailing moan
To those who scorn the body-wise,
But spirit-blighting laws,
Your worlds true workings prize,
MaXtms loudly lauded,
Maxims Haunted and applauded,
Maxims selfish sire to selfish son imparts,
Yet, Notwithstanding all their glitter,
Notwithstanding all their gloss,
MaXims over and forever bitter,
Maxims ever and forever false,
To Heavens highest, hottest laws.
MaxtnnS sanctifying,
MaxtmS deifying,
The gamblers teachings, practices and
arts.
All, were this the lesson that We teach,
All. were this the sermon that We preach,
o Erinis martyr patriots, saints and SageS
o all We master spirits of the ages
Past and gone!
Then were it woe and woe alone,
All then were life one wailing moan
To those who, scornful of the teachings,
Detesting all the preachings,
OF palaces and marts
Their life blood freely sew as seed,
To generate in generous hearts
The flower of noble thought and noble
deed,
That son as sire, when Duty calls,
Though gibbet frowns and loom prisons
walls,
Drawing all that towards fear,
With voice as trumpet clear
May promptly, proudly answer "Herer'
II such be not the lesson that We teach,
If such be not the sermon that We preach,
What teach ye then,
o Erin's martyr patriots, saints and sages.
What preach We, then,
o all we master spirits OF the ages
Is there any lesson that We teach.
Is there any sermon that we preach,
Greater, nobler than all others,
Great, noble alone,
To US. your living struggling brothers
Battling mid the dust that blinds and
For lies gilded, gaudy, sordid trifies,
Mindless of the Great Assizes,
Bartering for the pasteboard, tinsel prizes
OF the forum, closet, street or mart,
i
and heart;
Sacrificing mind and all its treasures,
Sacrificing heart and all its pleasures.
Sacrificing soul no early guerdon meas
ures,
Here at Mammon'S shrine;
Needless of the stars supernal,
Speaking of the life eternal,
That heavenward CLEAN and shine
Busted with the life that darkens, hardens
lowers,
All forgetful Of the glory that is yours,
n Firms ma rtVI patrfOtS saints and saReS
o all We master spirits of the ages
Past and gonel
lowers,
All forgetful of the glory that is yours,
Great, noble, alone
Your heaven-born agitations,
Your freedom winging medttations,
Your God-begotten aspirations,
Your gibbet-throneI
Oh tits not the fame and glory,
Oh tits not the magic story,
OF a wondrous hero Of history or romance,