, 1901-09-05

They would dominate in Christendom
and rule the nations all,
But the castle which they built in air
was destined soon to fall,
For the man on horseback strove too
fast, he with the pen too slow;
When the man behind the pencil rose
both of them had to go.
Thus came this conq'ring knight er-
ranI unbidden to the field,
Armorless, yet pencil only is the wea-
pom he will WELD. %
What lifts the nations up today and
bids them higher rise,
To stations more exalted where A~ll-see-
ing and all-wise,
The God Who rules the universe may
hold them in His hand?
To bless them and His blessings strew
upon each favored land,
tbs the voice of public sentiment-the
verdict OF the world,
Aroused, awakened, crystalized, from
shafts incessant hurled
By the man behind tine pencil who un-
daunted leads the van
Where the battle RACES t%iercest for the
sacred rights of
l can see the stricken soldier exiled on
a distant shore; "a.
l can hear the ~cIanking OF his chains
inside the prison door;
Hy tribuualg Iv,l Il, ,at,, ,l.l
nations voice sustains
This exiled soldier here is doomed to
waste in culprit's chains.
Waited ore the surf at midnight he in
dreams beholds them yet,
The smiling shores of sunny France, the
land of Lafayette,
And responsive to hat natal hymn as
oft in glorious days,
Tears flow down his cheeks emanciate
Us he hears the MarseilIaise.
And he wakes from dreams illusive with
emotions nuught can quell
And he PAGES sad, detected his wierd,
sepulchral cell:
But bark! a sound breaks on his ear
OUTSIDE the uuEseOu WALL;
''Drcytns, this e Ii b.e-r-t-y, u
voice is heard to call;
And again hat voice in thunder tones
as hinges swing and CRATE:
Twas the man hehind the pencil that
unbarred this prison gate!"
Once the cry of mortal anguish from an
island shore was heard
And all hearts with human sentiments
in this broad land were stirred;
While a wan reconcentrado hand as
reaching from the grave
Ot Il skeleton was seen to beckon Ger
the crested wave;
Doomed to fire, sword, starvation 10y his
thrice relentless foes,
Twas from the Cuban patriot this bit
ter cry arose.
Where once beside his cabin grew the
clematisc in bloom,
Battling for his wife and children DER
the ashes of his home
And the tiag of the republic reflex
tapestry Of heaven
Was borne across the waters then that
succcr might be given,
And our battlcships and cannon and Il
host Of men in blue
Went over and in triumph fought the
Cuban battle through;
But stayl Why this uprising in behalf
of liberty!
For without the Maine twas torcordaiu
ed this conflict was to be;
Who this llberating army sent into that
stricken land:
Twas the man behind the pencil with
his pencil in his hand.
\ vast yet almost unknown land / see
in retrospect
Where the Rockies rise in grandeur
aud their sumits e'er reflect
And sctntiIlate like icebergs in their far
oil frozen zone,
The sunlight which from Rio Grande 10
distant Yellowstone
Adorns, illumes and beauties the foot
hill and the plain
Where nnught but trapper, hunter.
scout and Mormon with his train
to be met in bygonc years, with
weapons by their side,
the spectral, grim pale harvester
stalked meath tine Great Divide.
While the tide Of Immigration had not
yet began to flow
the plains and by the mountains
turbaned with eternal snow,
Whore they were in times primeval and
FROM natures ample breast
upturned by Gods own plowshare
through the wild and boundless
west,