The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1902-05-31

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The noble life and purity of thought
That marked his upward way, where high
he stood
On Famc's Eternal Mount, Our Nations
Chief.
And those who lov'd him here. strong
hearts and true,
Have named him best, In all that serves
to make
The grandeur >of life we'll spent,-that
gives
To human hearts the hope of better
years.
And so we come to speak his praises
here;
To picture as we may. tn true nobility
or one. who rests today wrapt in the love
or trusting hearts. that knew his innate
worth.
He was of lowly birth: no herald's voice
Proclaimed glad tidngs of the natal hour,
That gave to earth, this child of common
clay:
He rose unaded and alone; by work
Ard toll. he mark'd TIL way to high
achievement:
And as the cry for help went up, when
wars
Grim visage swept the angry sky, he
| went
A STRIPPING to the field where ragd tn
| battles storm
|
| dom's call,
lie did his part, and to his country gave
| Young manhooGs years; and then with
well earned rank.
lie bravely sought to reach those grander
| heights
! Where Honor waits to crown her daring
| sons.
In council hail. in State and Nation both
| His voice rang out in freedoms cause
| until
| His namc became the synonym Of pow'r
And glory mark'd him for her own, and
PLACID
| I.pon his brow her wreath of fame, and
| Within his hands TIL helm to guide and
pilot
| Der tn oceans way, the grand old "Ship
OF State
tion heard
The call of stricken ones,--ther hopes
destroyed.
Their lands despoied and desolatc, be-
meath
The iron heel of dark. despotic power;
The cry of famishcd lips that rose to
heavn.
From crush'd and bleeding hearts and
1uin'd homes
That told the tale of Cuba's crimson'd
sod,
Wet with the red tears of her fallen
brave.
And wher the curtain'd shadows of the |
Had spread thick darkness DER Havana's
bay |
And tn fair stars had closed their
glit'rng eyes.
blow was struck, that shook the
mighty deep
Where lay the Maine" wrecked by the
treachery
OF bastard hands, beneath that star
Gemd flag,
Which but few short hours before was
laird
by stalwart tars.-"proud ensign of the
brave.'
Were crushed and mangled forms: while
tn red wine
or putroit blood fowd thro' tn great
ships side
Freedom wept,-as tn Recording Angel"
took
Tiis pen of fire. and wrote those deathess
names
Upon the Martyr Roll of Liberty
Tears for our dead.-but Justice drew
her sword,
And at the call of him who watchd
serene.
In tn high tower of Freedoms hallow'd
fame.
The nation rose and threw its giant arms
On land and sea, round its despotic foe
And Spanish power and hate dead in tn
grave
1t fashiond for the form Of Liberty
Gave birth to freedoms day star in the
east,
And Gxd TIL bow Of promise in th' dis
tant west.
Peace spread her wings: tn glory of
Manila Bay
The splendor Of tn charge ,lp "San
Juan HILL
The Captains fight" where steel-clad
Mid smoke and fame. and battle shotl
and SHE'LL
That left upon a rock-bound coast the
wreck
or mighty battle-ships, marking the
close
OF spains illustrious deeds and regal
Where patriot valor crush'd her tyrant
now'r.
Leaving an heritage of peerless deeds,
TO crown tn dauntess courage OF th
North and South
Fanised anew In the red flame of war: :
From lake fring'd north. to sunny south l
land. rang
Glad shouts of victory; from the far east
To "coden Gate" and distant Orient,
The voice of Liberty proclaimd the death
or tyrant rule.-the birth of Freedoms 7
sons.
Again the nation spoke and he, whose {
hand
Had steer'd the "ship of State" thro' Z
troubld ways,
Once mere was card to take the helm, Z
and guide
10 Destiny's wide imperial port,
Fair Freedoms ship, upon the peaceful
waves,
Where commerce markd the way to ]
high success.
lie took the helm, and grandly sped that !
shi.,
With sails full set. DER the white waves '
Short day, his voice was heard in lov'd
command.
And as he stood, in manhood's strength 7
and pow'r
Where thousands waited for his earnest
words,
lie told of work well done,--of promis'd 4
Then. with prophetic voice declard the }
way
TO grand achievements and nations '
goal
Those halls where Science, Art and c
Genius sat,
Rang with glad shouts, and loud huzzas,- c
nor told Il
How soon tn night OF grief would shroud
tn matchless day.
Great throngs,-the high and low. the A
great and good,
Fress'd on to grasp that noble hand and Q
mark a
What thoughts would fall from lips OF I
elot!uence.
smiiilg he stood, with gracious MEN, c
c.asp'd hands S
And gave to all, kind words of hope and A
love;
Zen took the Judas hand, that struck 1