The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1900-02-16
The Monetary Problem.
THE FOOL.

Vera Zarov!tch, Authoress or Mizoras =
Prophecy OF the Future Civilization.
There was fool and he made his prayer
TO a golden calf. erected where
Positions OF state were bought ana SOFA
Like bales of cotton. for SO much gold
The fool had gold. plenty OF gold,
And the rights OF men he bought and SOLD.
lie lorded Il over the rich and great
And trod on the Lowry OF poor estate
The sacred laws OF the government
lie set aside for his own intent
Whom he could not buy he reyiied as knaves
For scoring the price that would make
them slaves.
He lived like Babylon's king OF old.
To rule or ruin by power or god
This fool had mills where his countrymen
Were driven like beasts OF cu,lcst ken.
Wretched and hungry they toilcd. yet still
He made more Golfers for them 10 fill.
He refused TO see that his golden gain
Were lives and souls that he had slain.
lie only saw the power II gave
To fetter stronger, gaunt labor's slave.
This fool had rellgion-nay do not smile
He believed that gold cen the Lore could
bcyuile:
He worshiped. twas an edifice stately and
grand.
With ease and splendor on every hand;
Through stained glass windows, the mel
lowed rays
Round the golden lecturn softly plays;
The carpetcd aisles are soft TO the tread,
As tender speech above the dead:
The affairs glow with the rarest bloom
OF flowers that exhale rich perfume.
The grand deep notes Of the organ roll
Magnificent anthems for his soul
And the fool bends. lightly. his saintiy
knee,
himself NJ family
The well-paid servant CT God on high
Would bewail the day when this fool should
die.
FLAMES and 2.bedee-Christ's chosen kin.
His temple OF worship should enter In.
! fear the smell Of their fishing boat
The rich. proud nose would quickly note.
The air. that was heavy with arts perfume.
Could har\iy their briny ooze o'ercome:
And the stately usher would show the door
To these brothers OF Christ-these Usher
men poor
The Lord hath love Tor the poorest on
earth.
II he brings to HIS altar true hearts
worth
We are told that He scourged from His
temple door
The changers OF money--the curse Of the
poor.
For the million Of gold this rool had given
To build this church he had called and
driven
Ten thousand souls to death OF despair;
Miners who toied in the vilest air
To earn the wealth that his precious soul
Could be bought OF the Lord for a million
dole.
Oh. woe, is the fool who has failed 10 read
In the pages OF time. proud iabor's need
He has felled your forests. and sowed your
grain.
lie has built your ships that pillow the main.
! He has delyed IN the mines vile, dark
gloom.
For warmth and cheer TO gladden. YOU
home:
| And for these years Of narrowing toll.
You take his manhood as so much spoil;
And spent and dying he sinks 10 rest
4 by the babe that starved at his poor wife s
breast
The fool cared not for this pi;iful plea
As he Toasted the great. right royalty.
/ There rose an army ten thousand strong.
| The army OF toll to redress this wrong.
! To dethrone this fool who stood alone,
| Lord OF their birtkr.gh; from zone 10 zone
| They bore on their banner child at rest
| babe that had starved at It's mother 5
breast:
| They took the fool TO his golden bin:
They opened the door. and the fool went in
| They buried him deep In his golden bed.
With the flag OF liberty at his head,
| On which was pictured babe at rest
| Starved to death al it's mothers breast
| National Wa;chman