The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-07-01


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Ruled by the gentle sway of patriarchs,
Strong in the mighty power of manhood's strength:
This was the golden age, when man yet young
Communed with nature and appraised his heart
In grateful homage to the power supreme.
But time rolls on and soon the baneful seeds
OF discomfort and strife are idly sown,
And taking root within the hearts of men
Spring up in growth of rank luxuriance:
Then vanishes the primal peacefulness
While man impelled with manifold desires
Wanders Der earth i'll search of happiness.
In Struggling bands they boldly issue forth
From mountain Businesses and sun-bathed wales
And make their home where natures stores invite;
Lured by her bouneous yield in Africa,
On Niles majestic banks they tarry long
Revealing in magnifcence untold,
Today colossal pyramids look down
On vast decayng ruins of that past
Their silent eloquence procaimipg loud
The by-gone splendor of that wondrous land.
Near where the Tigris' impid waters roll
Another band in lingering hope delays
And glorious Ninive uplifts her head
To WELD pagan sceptre DER the world:
But thou proud Ninive must yield the palm
For fair Euphrates verdant banks are graccd
By thy victorious rival, Babylon.
Fair hanging gardens, noble terraced heights
Enhance the beauty of the mighty one,
While tower-crowned walls and vauted gates of
bronze
Give promise of sway perpetual
But yet proud Babylon, not even thou
Shall rule in permanencc changeful world
Fate's finger has decreed that thou shalt bow
Beneath the cruel yoke of Persian frown.
Lo, high in heaven appears star,
First gently twinkling with "a feeble CLEAN
But growing stronger, brighter day by days,
IT'S the Star of Empire and it westward moves
Until its silvery rays lumine Greece;
| Then peerless Athens rears aoft her form
And rules with stately grace and majesty
| As Queen of beauty, learning art and song.
Alas, fair Athens, must thy parthenon
And stately temples crumble in the dust?
Yes, naught but shattered relics of thy arts
Shall stand to tell the glory of thy past
A past whose magic beauty yet
| Enkindles beauty i'll unbeauteous world.
Slowly the star moves westward in its course
| And man enchanted follows where it leads
| Until it rests above Italia's shores!
| Then Rome arises on her seven hills
And proudly bids defiance to the world,
Soothing alike at Punic perfdy
| And swarthy Bedouin warriors of the plains
ALI regal Rome; proud Mistress of the world
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| Do battle for thy glory and their own,
! Though mighty conquerors vanquished bow to
thee
And Legislators crown with wisdom's seal
Thy noble framework of judicial laws;
Yet is it decreed, Eternal Rome,
! That from thy weak and palsied hands must fall
| The sceptre which so long has ruled the world
| The laurel wreath must wither thy brow
And vandal hordes pour through thy sacred gates.
! ct thy ruins empires new shall rise
! Whose splendor shall eclipse thy palmiest DAYS,
Whose medieval pageantry shall be
A theme inspiring MINISTRIES of all time.
First Italy the proud conservator
! OF culture literature, religion, art,
! Sheds her repining influence yer earth:
! Then France, the beautiful whose gallant sons
| Were ever first in peace as we'll as war
70 bear aloft the standard of the cross
Whose knightly valor that same banner placed
Upon the walls of old Jerusalem
Then empires star DER naughty Briton's shores
fingers with radiance uneclipsed,
For onward Briton leads her vaorous hosts
Until her banner waves victorious.
Der many lands, from West to Orient
Right regal too the radiance that shone
From empires star of old on royal Spain,
Whose dauntess SONS with chivalry inspired
First carved pathway DER the painless deep,
And planted here the flag of Old CASTLES
Then empires star soon brightens with It's CLEAN
Earth's noblest land our loved Columbia
Whose boundless riches even now surpass
The tabled wealth of Babylon or Rome,
The spirit of whose institutions free
Now permeates the life-bood of the world.
Rest, 'Star of Empire" now your course is run,
Rest, DER the modest land beneath the sun
Our own Columbia, proud, peerless free
Times noblest offspring" land of liberty:
Whose gallant sons have battled not for fame
But split their lifeblood in Old Glorys name.
oh! may that Star-fecked banner ever wave
Above people loyal, true, and brave