The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1902-07-12

Swered, ''Verily | say unto thee, |
today shalt thou be with me in Para
disc. "
And the azure Of Slavonic skies
stlll rises resplendent in the galaxy OF
other consultations that neither
space nor years can dim. In the pass
ing Of Poland her sun went down 10
changing gold to rose and gray. But
there is glory Of the sun and then
again, there is glory of the moon
and of the stars. Her political
dominion has gone for a while, but
the glory OF the sun fingers through
the twilight, into the glory of the
moon and Of the stars beyond.
am unwilling to perform a cold
blooded analysis in the mournful tale
OF fair Poland, ravaged, pillaged, and
denationalized-th darkest tragedy,
the blacklist chapter in the annals Of
lman misery unparalleled in Grim
ed history.
\ Fair Poland fell, and Europe never
shed tear. She fell unwept by any
generous friend or softening foe, but
she will rise again; not in the martial
noise of drums and trumpets, nor iu
the Rilded caparlsons and purpled
panoplieS Of the camp. War is no
longer king. No longer shall the
warrior stand erect to hypnotic a
million hapgard hordes, who rush and
follow him, to make the earth stop
still in silent awe.
! In the dim horizon of the ''dream
Of things that were, 1.-THE magnificent
but awful vision Of an ancient com.
monwealth's annihilation has. faded
into the vague and indistinct outlines
Of GATHERINGS profile. She has gon'
to return no more, and her exile Il
eternity. But the banished heroes
Mickiewic2 Krasinskl, Slowocki, Kos
cusko and Pulaski-still live in splen
did aud triumphant majesty. The
! made adversity virtue. They turn
ed physical defeat into intellectual
, victory. They wear a crown of glor,
, in the supreme prowess of the mint
and heart With the ermined robe
of royal genius they have draped th
, shoulders Of their native land il
regal splendor.
In the miracle of mans endeayor /
is not enough to think and feel. Th
f, brain must be nourished by the warn
hearts blood. Still, it is not enougl
to think and love In their weddel
harmony man must work. But eve
that will not acqult beneath the rul
Of Him who directs the destiny G
men and nations. The fairest chill
! is born in human agony.
On the very day that Poland
prestige vanished into night it ros
AGAIN in the boundless dawn Of me-
and brighter realm, realm wheT
the choicest flowers OF Polish liter;
ture bloom on the grave Of an olde
glory. And from the solitude Of tha
2 resting place, from the murmur
the growing grass, from the whispe
ing silence OF the faithful oak, an
from the lonely requirum of tt
cypress and the yew comes the solem
protest of the dead, In the sad, swet
song Of PATRIOTS love Of country,
his pr de u her pristine grandeur h
y grief az h,r uisfOrJuues, aud Il
~ away above it all the evening star
7 his inextinguishable hope.
e This is the realm that has restore
y and glded her former luster. 1t
. the empire Of the brain; the repub
= of the heart. Micklewicz, Krasinsk
y Slowockl, Kosciusko, and Pulaski
- poets and patriots every one an exil
u Mlckiewlcz gave to Poland its stat
= liest measure OF literary expression
~ He provoked the pride Of the Poles
the intellectual achievements OF the
70 race. He stirred their enthusias
2 into racial unity. He created Il
'e great national poem (Pan Tadeus
Pan Thaddeus Of Warsaw, whl'
ranks among the proudest 10 q
~ world Of letters 1t is the coucre
= sum Of centuries Of culture, and
y It's basom thiobs the pride. the hop
: aud consuming fire ot The Poll
* people Its lines are filed to owe
flowing with the pregnant utlerau
y Of ardent patriotism. He paint
y the sublime sweep OF Litliunian lar
scape. lie walk,d the silent gloc