The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-01-01
MARKHAM AT 1T AGAIN.
ga Century Poem" by the Author of
"The Man with the Hoe.-


"The Man with the Hoe.-
NEW YORK, Dec. 31.--A dinner was
given tonight at Arlington Hall, Nos. 1s
and % st. Marks place. under the auspices
of the workingmen of New York and was
called "Labor's greeting to the twentieth
century" 1t was projected by the commit
tee of 100. which was organized to call a
convention on Jan. Ia next in Cooper Union
to establish in New York city federation
or council of delegates from labor and re-
form societies, which shall demand that
legislators frame the will of the people on
matters of the tenement house problem,
sweatshop system. etc.
The following names OF speakers and
toasts were at each place: Ernest III. Cros-
by. toastmaster; 1.-THE Triumph of Labor"
John Swinton: 1.-THE New Federation" A
]. Boulton; Industrial Peace" Bishop
Potter; "The Hours of Labor" George T.
McNeill; 1.-THE Right to Iive.'' Henry
George. jr.; "The Ideal of Citizenship" r.
Fulton Cutting; Legislation John Ford:
"The Peoples Unity" Joseph Barondess;
1.-The City of New York." Bird S. Coler;
"Labor's Needs" Michael A. Fitzgerald, !,
ham. The poem follows:
I'VE stand here at the end of mighty years,
And great wonder rushes on the heart.
While cities rose and blossomed into dust
While shadowy lines of kings were blown
TO air,
What was the. purpose brooding on the
Through the large leisure OF the centuries? !?
And what the end--failure or victory?
Of LOT n.
And sent his spell upon the continents.
The heavens confess their secrets, and the
stones,
Silent as God. publish their mystery.
Man calls the lightnings from their secret
To crumble up the spaces of the world,
And snatch the jewels from the flying
The wild white smoking horses of the sea
Are startled by his thunders; the world
powers
Crowd round to be the lackeys of the king.
His hand has torn the veil of the great
law,
The law that was made before the worlds
before
That far first whisper on the ancient deep.
The law that swings Areturus on the
North,
And hurls the soul of man upon the way
But what avail, builders OF the world 1,
Unless We build safety for the soul?
Man has put harness on leviathan.
And hooks in his incorrigible Jaws.
And yet the perils of the street remain
Out of the whirlwind of the cities rise
Lean Hunger and the Worm of Misery
The heartbreak and the cry of mortal tears
But hark. the bugles blowing on the
peaks;
And bark. a murrlur as of many feet,
The cry of captains, the divine alarm:
Look the last of Time comes hurry
ing on,
The strong young Titan of Democracy.
With swinging step he takes the open road
In love with the winds that beat his hairy
breast.
Barring his sunburnt strength TO all the
world.
He casts his eyes around with Jovian
glance
Searches the tracks OF old tradition. scans
With rebel heart the books OF pedigree;
Peers into the face ~ Privilege and cries
why are you halting in the path of man I?
L. II your shoulder bears the human load {?
Do you draw down the rains OF the sweet
heaven,
And keep the green things growing? Back
20 hell.
I'VE know at last the future Is secure;
God is descending from eternity,
And all things. good and evil. build the
road
Yes, down in the thick OF things the men
OF greed
Ass dumping the inhospttable clay