The Newtown bee., 1904-04-08

Ev'ry human tongue is spoken; Everything of man. s conception, Everthing of human planting, Here take root and freely flourish. Good and bad here intermingle; Wheat and tares grow up together. Here the lucky man of greenbacks Lives a life of ease and comfort; Here the poor are ever present. Tires the one in money-spending, While the other tires in getting. One of good things has a Surfeit, Almost finds his wealth burden, While the other faintS with hunger AS he fights the poor mans battle, Feeling life a greviOuS hardship, Well nigh sinks beneath the burden. Some there are who live for hoarding, Live for gathering gold and silver, And deny themselves the blessings That their busy hands have gathered; Live as poor men live whose pittance Scarcely saves them from starvation; Heaping up the shining treasure; Ever working on their idol
 building up god to worship. Handmade gods they buy with money. Class and cast, as elsewhere, flourish, First class, second class, and lower, And some classes intervening. There are in the brilliant picture: Full tones, half tones, and deep shad'
 OwS.
 And the sc-called first is gilt edged Worth so much in gold and paper, Worth some ten, some twelve,
 twenty,
 Fifty, eighty thousand dollars, some Some again two hundred thOusands,> Even some are worth some millions, And so on are counted upwards, And their real worth clearly rated By the gold and paper standard; More the thousands, more the value, And the higher the cast and standing. Some there are whose golden standing Is so high and bright, and dazzling That it makes the poor and lOwly, Standing on the earth beneath them, Faint and dizzy to look upward To look upward and behold them; And it pains and much endangerS To unlimber and look downward.
 But between the high and low class Stand the all important middle, Stand the busy, brainy classes, Pushing, thinking, useful classes, With their right hand reaching down. Helping up the class below them. With their left hand extending up Holding up the class above them; Thus with good strong arms extended They embrace and hold together All grades in their social fabric. This great middle class of workers, Speaking now with worldwide mean. Carry on their stalwart shoulders All the world with all it's interest; Social, moral, and material.
 Strong they stand beneath the burden Holding up the world like Atlas.
 Atlas in the classic fable.
 On this class rest throne and king doms;
 Rest upon it states and nations; Out from it spring earth's best rulers From it spring earth'S best statesmen It's great warriors and commanders. Poets who have sung the sweetest, And have stirred the passions deepest Those who speak with tongues of sill yer
 And enrapture those who listen,
 Melting here with tender pathos, Or arousing there to madness; | Orators who move the masses, l Playing on the plant passions As the wind moves mighty forests, Have sprung from the middle classes. From the brain of medium classes Have sprung up earth's great inven- tionS,
 Levers that, like Archamede's, Lift the world and put in action
 Mighty forces that for ages, Untold ages have lain latent, | Latent in the folds of nature,
 Waiting for the hand of genius To unfold and set in motion; And the mighty revelations
 Waiting yet to be unfolded AS the scroll of time is opened
 In the great and mystic future, Will be to the world uncovered
 By the prying, genius-.gifted