Worcester morning daily spy., 1898-03-18

subduing proudest peoples by the prowess
of his lance,
That we teach
That We preach
o Erin's martyr patriots, saints and sages,
o all We master spirits Of the ages,
Though 1t be the fame and glory,
Though it be the magic story,
OF great Philip who made Macedon
BY his diplomatic skill,
BY his wonder-working will.
BY the the terror of his phalanx and his
o fortunste of naortals! deathless theme
OF the pages
That through the ages
Glow and CLEAN with eloquence suoilme
OF the greatest orator OF time!
Oh, It's no such fame and glory,
Oh, tbs no such magic story
That ye teach,
That we preach
Though it be the fame and glory,
Though it be the magic story
OF crown-aspiring Caesar, all conquering
The land Of Teuton, Celt, Greek, Roman
And who seemed to friend and foeman
Endowed with all the greatness of god!
Oh, no. though it be the fame and glory,
Though 1t be the magic story,
OF him who on Achilles tomb sat weeping
That the conquests he was reaping
Meier would know the sacred Keeping
OF a great bard's lofty singing
That alone sets winging,
That alone sends ringing.
BY the magic of it's melody and rhyme,
A great mans deeds down the corridors
oh, no, though it be the fame and glory,
Though 1t be the magic story,
OF him who made Corsica sublime,
Who, or god or devil
Worked he good or evil,
Yet ever
And forever,
The wonder Of all time
A startling meteor flaring, flashing.
A thunderbolt loud crashing!
Oh, no, It's not the fame and glory,
Oh, no, It's not the magic story
r. en of him the greatest wonder OF history
"The Little Corporal and Great Emperor
of Francer'
"
If such be not the lesson that We teach,
If such be not the sermon that We preach
What teach we, then,
o Erin's martyr patriots, saints and sagesi
What preach we, then,
o all We master spirits of the ages
Past and gone?
is there any lesson that We teach
To us, your living, struggling brothers,
Is there any sermon that we preach
Greater nobler than all others,
Great, noble alone?
"
Yes, there is a lesson that We teach,
Yes, there is a sermon that We preach,
O Erin's martyr patriots, saints and sages
! o all we master spirits of the ages
Past and gonel
Yes, there is a lesson that we teach,
Yes, there is a sermon that We preach,
To us, your living, struggling brothers,
Battling mid the dust that STILES,
For life's gaudy, gilded, sordld tribes
A lesson, sermon, greater, nobler than al
A lesson, sermon, whereof by us the
living,
The taking and the giving
Will ennoble each,
Lifting and so purifying,
Citing and so sanctfying.
That the stars of heaven shine and SHIN
mer,
That the stars of heaven CLEAN and glim-
Close within our reach.
| 'Tis the wish and the endeavor
| Now and ever and forever,
Right from wrong to see and sever,
Each to help the other;
To assist struggling 6rother,
| To hearken the cries of him who low lies
| To counsel the foolish ones,
Making them wise,
| To plead with the cruel and ghoulish ones
To give ears to the deaf and eyes to the
blind.
| IT'S the giving of ourself,
| Not alone our gold and pelf,
| To another;
IT'S taking by the hand,
( That he once more man may stand,
| Him, our fallen, PROSTATE brother,
IT'S the strife for the ideal,
Despite the protests of the miscalled real
Needless of the hooting cries,
Scornful of the gibbering lies,
OF the world, spirit furled.
'Tis the wish and the endeavor
| Now and ever,
To make happier and brighter
The lives of the fallen and forlorn,
To make lighter
The cruel burdens by our hapless brother
borne;
! To brave ever
| And forever
The shafts of scott and scorn
OF the selfish and the shrewd,
| Caring naught for nationhood
| Caring naught for human brotherhood,
Worshipers at the shrine of gain,
Daily guilty of the crime of Cain,
| L4ife's joys quaffing,
| Sprightly speaking,
| Lightly laughing,
! Singing, all unheeding
! The wild shriektng,
| Heard afar
| OF the toil-worn millions crushed an6
bleeding
! Meath the gilded wheels of Life's fell
juggernautic car!
'Tis righting the wrong,
| 'Tis curbing the strong,
| TITS lifting the lowly,
| IT'S helping the holy
| Oh, tits not the winning of lifes prizes,
| But the noble sacrifices
Made for feilowmen, for native land and
altar,
Though the world award US guillotine OF
halter,
This it is, and this alone,
| That We teach,
| That we preach,
| o Erin's martyr patriots, saints and sages
| o all We master spirits of the ages
| Past and gone!
For this it is. and this alone,
While countless thousands moan and
groan,
And not the fame and glory,
| All! not the magic story,
| or a Wondrous hero of history or romance,
Subduing proudest peoples by the power
of his lance,
Makes life ever
And forever
Worth
It's hollow-hearted mirth;
Makes life ever
And forever
Worth the struggle, stress and strain
To attain
The happiness we dream of,
But on earth are destined ne'er to gain,
Which the CLEAN of
Flashes heaven on the heart and brain;
On this 1t is, and this alone,
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