The Marlboro democrat. [volume] (Bennettsville, S.C.) 1882-1908, 1901-05-10
Az Original .postn 90 q on rimrod Road
{. by Mr., H''esn,y A Austin, Of ss
New York, lis sss
Author.

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Horny Timrod. Tho exerci seq will now
be opened with prayer by tho Rev.
Bishop Oapors, D. D. II
The soldior priost then made an elo-
quont prayer.
Continuing Capt Uourtenay said:
Mr.. Mayor: In bohalf Of our asao.
citation, thank you for your presenoo
horo, and your participation in our
proceedings; we desire, also, through
you, to thank tho honorable city coun-
oil for this idoal site, 30 freely granted
to receive tho memorisll
Thy oivio wreths belong,
Oil City Of his love, make room
For ono, whose gift was song
Fair City by the Seal upraise
His veil with reyorent hande;
And mingle with th,ne own tho praise
Aud pride of other lands.
Our lips of praise must soon be dumb, d
Our grateful eyes be dim; Il
Obi brothors Of The days to come
Take tender charge Of him.
The o., unysoiling nov awaits your
Mayor Smyth unveiled tho m onument
and accepted it in behalf Of the city of
Charleston.
Ex Mayor Courtenay, resuming his
remarks, said: Tho chief duty Of this
commemorative hour is now disoharg.
ed-tho unveiling Of the memorial Of
Henry Timrod in its completeness
crowned by the soulptor's art faced
with appropriate inscriptions; in it's
graceful Significance as gift from
thousands of appreoiaSivo admirers,
stands SECURE on it's firm base, out from
tho granite hills Of his native State!
The end not only crowns the work, but
does something moro, 1T is the public
recognition of literature as a felt in
fluonoe, TO be oommomorated sido by
side with stateBmanship, scientific in
yontion and every othoy form Of high
public aorvice."' Tho occasion is thus
lifted up above the environment Of
personal memories, which inspired it,
and marks o now poriod in our culture;I
it declares in a fol ooful way that ''the
poetic literature of a land i5 tho finer
and purer ether above the material ad \.
vance and the evonts Of its history.5s,,
Wo 81 nbol ze, ! tor, our. i tel lleStbal
growth when we dedicate this beautiful
srt work to tho memory Of Henry Tin
rod 4. . Il 4 (}sS5' 'jl.
"It is tho poot and the artist who
make beautiful tho temple 5Ss
an original poem was then pro
nouncod by Mr. Henry Austin, Of Now
York, as follows:
Forever fair, forever young, ,ly 3
Leaving her loved Olj mpian hill, s
The Goddess Of tho rhythmic tongue
Visits her chosen stil,
MOI with q loud, tempestuous rush,
Or sudden fash Of golden wings $
Descendo tho highest Muse; o hush
or balmy oalm she brings.
Mysterious as a spectral ship a
Emerging from spectral mist, %
She Q mes with fresh, with floral, lip,
BY winds auroral Aissod,
To him she oame--that dreamy boy,
Knight errant through the vernal camps,
Who're iasmines, in their virgin Joy,
Relumo perfumed clamps" -ti
On him che smiled in many glen
by many Wild and weird lagoon,
Whore erst tho songs of Marion's mon rs
Rang to the midnight moon.
She gave him Of her grace antique
Ofdecds divine, diyinely sung; i4
She thrilled him with the surge Of Greek
And kome's majestic tongue.
Deeply he felt that ancient graoe,
That powor, which bade the song outroll,
The song Of Helen's fatal face
And IIeotors patriot eoul.
SO deeply-that in after days
To his own Troy, beleaguerred long,
Serene amid the battles blaze
He sang clarion song
His Troy went down, but oe'r tho hush
Or tho spent storm IF blood and tears,
Sweeter than lilt Of lark or thrush
Up the resounding years.
His lyric musio eohoing flows,
Each vital note as orYBtal-olear
AS dew Of morn upon the rose,
Or PHYS perfect tear.
0 Poesy, so quick TO thrill
And soften cen a foeman's breast,
No compass bounds thy scope and skill
No South, North, East or West.
Tho whole world trembles to thy charms;
10 chastened by thy mystic spell,
Art rose q victor over arms
Whom Hermes strung the shell.
Measured by outward shows alone, X
How sad our Poet 8 life would seem
O O'srshadowed by oause O. erthrown--
The chaos Of a dream s.
OF make | TOR g lot q nd set apartl
Nay, whonsoo' the Muse is kind,
Sho makes hey.day OF the heart---
AMay. .day Of the mind.
Music is eye its own reward, M
LIS own rich reoompeneo is Rhyme;
Bright, when the splend0r OF the awold
Rusts in the sheath Of Time. &
Thus, now that Carolina oalls !.
No longer on her soldier song; d.
And Peace, With sweet oblivion, falls
Upon tho 'fcstal gums" >s,
The lyrist Of her valiant past, \. ..s
The 1imner of her radiant land,
Receives his monument, at last,
From carolina'e aaa'a hand hand.
The address In honor Of the noet wal
next delivered by Professor Thos
dolla Tore, Of the College Of Oharles
ton. 81 IS &. ,s
Ex. Mayor Fickon paid eloquent trib
ute to tho momory OF the elder Tim.
rods, the grandfather and father of tht