The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1899-12-24
A POEM OF WARNING.
Published by Request


.'Tbe equipment Of the Maine hospital ship b
our American cousins warrants us in saying at lsas
that they wish ms well.
We wish YOU well in all that's well,
Would bind your wounds. would clothe. would feed
Lay flowers where your brave men fell
In desert lands, exalt each deed
OF sacrifice; would beg to lay
White lilies BY the gray hsar rhsa., A.,
She walls her brave dead far away
And weeps. so more than all alone:
Wecps while the chime, the chilly chime.
Drops on her heart, drops all the time
As one might drop stone.
But YOU, re lords and gentlemen.
High throncd, safe housed at home, fat fed.
When 20 say we approve ye. when
Ye say this blood so bravely shed
Is shed with our consent, take care.
Lest Truth may take ye unaware;
Lest truth be heard despite these chimes,
This hearthstone. brothers blood that cries
TO God is Freedoms blood. Take care
Lest all sweet earth these piteous times
Not only hate ye for your crimes.
But scorn We for your lies!
We would forgive could we forget
We could forget all wrongs we knew
Had sc stayed hand some little yet
Left to their own that farmer few
So like ourselves that Hateful hour
We forced our farmers from the pillow
To grapple with your tenfold power
They guessed your. greed. we know it now;
And now ward ye from this hour!
Now, well awake. no more we sleep.
But keep and keep and ever keep
To Freedoms high watch tower
Not all because our Washington
In battles carnage, years and yeas.
And this same Boer braved ye as one
Blent blood with blood and tears with tears;
Not all because of kindred blood
Not all because they built q town
And left such names Of true. renown,
Not all because OF Luther. Huss:
but most because Of Brotherhood
In Freedoms HALL the holy right
To fight for Home, as freemen fight
Tl,s Ernc sfa nh nns a
Ts NaSns heart say what may
Beats true MS at its natal day,
Beats true In its battle youth,
Beats true to Freedom, true to Truth.
Whatever Tories dare to say.
OF all who fought with Washington
One Arnold was. and only one.
Christ chose but twelve, yet one poor soul
Sold God for silver. Ever thus
Some faint, and even SO with Us:
But Freedom thrills the whole.
My lords ye lead. through Him who diod
Your danntless millions. Ye are wise
And learned Ye are. beside.
As Gods anointed in their eyes
Ye sit far above their reach.
Such trust! But are ye truly true
To what He taught, to what ye preach.
Then why Knocked ye that manly Russ.
That august man. that manifest man
That yet has been since time begani
Ye Knocked as &c mock Us!
My lords, slow paced and somber clad
Ye all will fare to church today
And there sit solemn faced and sad
With eyes to book. as IL to pray.
And will We think OF Him who came
And lived so poor and died so iorn--
Came In the name of Peace, the name
OF God. that fair Christmas morn.
My lords, ye needs must think today
Your eyes bent to the holy book
The while the people look and look
For dare ye try to pray2
And while ye think Of Christ the child
Think Of the ehildless mother. she
Whose dead boy has his desert wild,
While yours his Christmas tree
Think Of the mother far away,
Who sits and weeps with hollow eyes,
Her hungry child that cries and cries
Forlofn and fatherless today:
Think Of the thousand homes that wcep
All desolAte, who but fer ye
Today had decked their Christmas tree:
Then fare 20 homo and-siecpf
--Joaauin Miller
MASQUERADE, Christmas night, Mon
Anxt nlxor A,n