The Republican journal., 1910-05-12
Waldo comfy is entitled to so delegates, as
DREAMS THAT CAME TRUE.

Our atCenClOn mas DeeH cdlleu 10 Jenny
son s poem Sea Dreams" as illustrating
certain transactions and incidents of the
present day. 1t tells of
A city clerk, but gently born and bred;
His wife, an unknown artists orphan child
One babe was theirs, Margaret three years
old:
They, thinking that her clear germander eye
Droopt IN the giant-factoried city gloom,
Game, with months leave given them, to the
small:
Small were his gains, and hard his work; be-
Sides
Their slender household fortunes (for the man
Had risk'd his little) like the little thrift,
Trembled in perilous places DER deep;
And oft, when sitting all alone, his face
Would darken, as he cursed his credulousness,
And that one unctious mouth which lured him,
rogue,
To buy strange shares in some Peruvian mine.
The couple went to the sea shore, at
tended church and heard cheated pull
piteer' illuminate against the scarlet
woman and her creed and picture the fall
of Babylon. Then they walked nov on
sand and now on cliff, " the man brooding
over the loss of his savings, the wife urg
ing him to forgive and let not the sun go
down upon his wrath. At night the man
dreams and then the child
"wailed and woke
The mother, and the father suddenly cried
"A wreck, a wreckI then turn'd and grooming
said.
Forgive! How many will say forgive and find
A sort of dissolution in the sound
To hate little longer! No; the sin
That neither God nor man can well forgive,
Hypocrisy, saw, it in him at once.
He tells further of the man who had
defrauded him; says he
trusted him with all,
All my poor scrapings from a dozen years
OF dust and dark work; there is no such mine
None; but a gulf of ruin, swallowing gold.
Farther on in his dream the man saw a
giant woman with pickaxe in her hand
and followed her to a mountain top, from
which she pointed down in the water to
a long reef of gold or what seemed like
gold," and he concludes:
"Now see
My dream was Life; the woman honest Work;
And my poor venture but fleet of glass,
Wreckd on a reef of visionary gold"
His wife tries to comfort him; tells him
that in breaking the glass with little Mar
garet's medicine in it he broke his dream,
and that "a trihe makes dream, trife
breaks" He replies:
ono trifie," groaned the husband:
yesterday
| met him suddenly in the street and ask'd
That which askd the woman in my dream.
Like her he shook his head. Show me the
books!'
He lodged me with long and loose account
The books, the booksn but he, he could not
wait,
Bound on a matter he of life and death:
When the great Books (see Daniel seven and
TEN
We're opend, should find he meant me we'll:
And then began to bloat himself and ooze
All over with the fat affectionate smile
That makes the widow Lean
This sharper, this vender of worthless
stock by which the poor, the widows and
orphans, are defrauded, could quote Scrip
ture glibly Shakespeare tells US that
@'The Devil can cite Scripture for his
purpose:
So false, he partly took himself for true;
Whose pious talk when most his heart was dry,
Made wet the crafty crows feet round his eye;
Who never naming God except for gain,
So never took that useful name in vain;
Made Him his catspaw and the Cross his tool,
And Christ the bait to trap his dupe and fool,
Nor deeds of gift, but gifts of grace he forged,
And snake-like slimed his victims ere he gorged
And oft at Bible meetings, DER the rest
Arising, did his holy oily best
Dropping the too rough H in He'll and Heaven
To spread the Word by which himself had
thriven.
DON'T use harsh physics. The reaction weak.