The Ocala banner. (Ocala, Marion County, Fla.) 1883-194?, 1911-07-21

oPCCN IAC WV 1890 - $500
ward,
A golden strand in the woof.
I'm the Waterman on the high
tower;
Preserver of archives, am I.
I'm the pearl-diver bringing up rich
es;
I'm the prodigal, wasting gems.
I'm the feeder of swine and swine
heard:
A guest in the house of kings.
l warn and / teach and l brighten
The erring, the dull and the vile.
I'm the pilot that weathers the temp
est
The sail that is never furled
I'm the keel that plows all the
waters:
I'm the flag that ever waves.
I'm the lighthouse, off the breakers;
I'm the fiashlight of the ship.
I'm the greyhound of the ocean,
I'm the war-ship of the main.
I'm the dove that flies with the olive:
I'm the war-trump, hoarse and loud.
I'm the builder of the new institu-
tions,
| tear down those that are old
sing of the heroes living, and
l sing of those who are dead.
I'm the Prophet of the Future and
Historian of the Past.
My voice is the echo of thunder:
My strength is that of the storm.
I'm life, in it's myriad notion:
I'm of the world to the end.
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Blast of the arch-angePs trump.
oh! think of the wonderful record!
Think of the changes wrought!
More enduring than brass are the
tablets
That tell of the mighty work.
The world was asleep, and woke it:
The mind was in chains-I freed.
The world was in darkness and ter
lit the torch that illumes.
With me, marched the legions of
learning;
With me, the fearless and true.
With me, marched the soldiers of
freedom:
With me, the lovers of men.
The world was acrouch to the Feud-
al;
Mankind, in awe of the Priest:
The chain of the lord was on body
The cowl of the monk, on brain.
The peasant, in fear of the castle,
Gave humble neck to the yoke:
The peasant in fear of the Temple,
Gave humble lips to the creed
All, the red wine of battle was drunk
en-!
All, the war was hard and long,
But the tips of our lances, advancing,
AT last, caught the light of dawn
The sword, it is great, but remember
My ally's, the deathless pen
The Thinker, he traces the border,
And the warrior fights within.
No farther flashes the falchion
Than the pen has drawn the line.
No armada covers the ocean to con-
quest,
No army enters the field,
Till and my ally have Numbered
And shaken the souls of men.
We open the Temple of Janus:
We say when the doors must close;
We hand down the story of valor,
Awarding the victor his crown.
ale roy est mort-vive lie roy!" is
never
The cry that is made of me.
My maiden scepter is ever mine.
For aye! For aye! my dominion,
Is the fixed star of the sky.
l throb and thrill with my power,
/ glory in all my strength.
Yesteryear had snow-drifts and roses.
Yesteryear had thrones that are
gone:
Yesteryear had the cloud and the
dewdrop:
Yesteryear, the poppy are rue.
But fate had no power to hurt me,
Like the brooklet, go on forever,
Though men may come and may
go.
My voice is the roaring of thunder,
My force is that of the storm
shall last out the whole of Times
journey
I shall die at the death of the
world
Fill the cup, fill the chalice with
nectar,
Lei the red wine trimming foam.
Let us drink to the glories of Effort,
Quaff to the gladness of Toll.
Let us honor the man of the Overall,
And toast the man of the penn.
Let us drink to the cause of the low
ly,
Let us drink to the good and true.
Here's hoping humanity prospers:
Here's hoping the sobs will hush.
Here's hoping that kindness will
conquer;
Here's hoping that justice wins,
Here's hoping the cruel will perish:
Here's hoping the pure increase.
Here's hoping that sunshine and
shadow,
May be as we'd have them be.
All hail, all hail. thou uncertain.
Inevitable. merciless Fate.
All hail! all hail! coming Future,
We fear not the face of thee.
Our feet. they are shod for the jour
ney
Our hearts feel nothino of faar