Evening journal., 1907-02-21
CIVILIZATION


The Brandywine, the Christiana,
Bearing csrgoes, rich and rare:
And Blistening in the dying sunlight
Flows the iordly Delaware.
Spread before me lies the city.
An hundred thousand Christians (7)
true.
A civilized and mighty people,
Who have displaced barbarous few.
we drove out the heather Indian.
That Christian 10 act we never rue;
We did good cen to the savage
] wonder is the story true?
I close my eyes, and now I'm dreaming.
Again I sec those rivers VILE
The Brandywine and Christiana,
The Delaware's swift flowing tide.
Tonder stands the Indian village,
Americans on their native sod,
Living free, In touch with nature.
At peace with nature and wAh God.
Coarse, indeed. their mode OF living
The hunting chase. the wigWam rude,
But I see no iordly idlers.
500 no mortals begging food.
All are welcome to the banquet,
But no duty shall he shirk:
Each must do his share OF duty,
Each must earn his food by work.
Fish are swimming IN the river.
Tho forests, they are fun OF game;
With his spear, his bow and quiver,
Each must work or blush for shame.
Strong and bold are all the warriors.
Their women. 1.-THE Of limb and fair;
Their ohildrenl An. these little red
men
Are wild with joy--they're free as
air.
In peace and comfort lived those
heather,
'Tis true. untutored was their mind.
But still they knew the mighty spirit"
They heard His voice in tempests
wind,
They knew naught OF "fre water"
The "madness cup" they did not give.
And neither brave, nor chieftain's
daughter
Sod her soul that she might live.
None! Not cen the mighty chieftains,
Dared 20 stay a willing hand;
All were free--in wood or river
For "the great spirit owned the land"
II one should speak OF selling nature,
chieftains, braves and squRws we're
sad.
The prophet, IN low tones would muir
muir;
Pity him, for he is mad.
Thus the heather lived in plenty
Though dark the days, or bright the
skies.
Came at last. the white mans shadow,
He came. OF course. TO civilize!
Yes. they civilized 90 the Indian,
They drove him from his native sod.
Their awful crimes against the savage
Cry out to nature and 10 Cod.
Gone the Indians from these rivers,
Gone the forests from these hills.
Stands here now a mighty city.
Bright its pleasures and Its ills.
We are enjoying civilization 60.
"Ail are equal--all are free"
II tits true. cannot see Il:
II never has been clear to me.
For our chieftains have been wiser,
Sharper than the heather men;
our big chieftains. they own the rivers,
The rolling hills, the mountain glen;
And the dolts, the common people,
Acduiesce IN all they say,
And think the chiefs do them a favor
TO let them dig or NOV their hay.
In disgust I leave my chamber
The shades OF night have fallen
down.
Come, let us study civilization. CD
Let us wander through the town.
Between the rivers now we're stro'ling,
Here stood the wigwans long ago;
Here live now the working people,
In alleys vile, in houses low.
Sec yon bright and stately palace
That's the place where madness
grows;
That's where poor and wretched white
men
Seek 10 drown their cares and ~oes.
On this very spot stood wigwams.
Here roamed the heather in his day.
He knew nausht OF firewater,
But he was heather in his way.
See yon brilliant. gorgeous mansion.
Enter ir--there's hAught that's rude.
Yet you see Caucasian women
who sell their souls to earn their
food.
on this spot. between the rivers.
stro'1ed Indian women in their day,
They knew naught OF such hell
house.
But they we're heathens in their way.
Yonder stands a great skyacraper
In the vaults are treasures piled,
Al the door men beg for labor;
] with panks OF hunger they are Wild.
on this very spot the Indians
Had their neid Of sport and play
Unknown to them 10 beg for labor,
But they were heathens In their way
And yonder stands frowning fac
tory.
or ohildren's murder II could tell.
IN his ONCE sits the masteri
i In future life he'll sit In hell
] On this very sloping hillside,
Indian children rofnped in play,
But the wise men IN their nation.
or course were heathens In their way
Yonder stands a lofty building,
Horrofsl Hear that fearful vail;
And listen to those awful curses,
That's our handsome city Jail.
on this very spot the heather
Gathered iowers-prieht IN May
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