Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1913-06-07
IVY DAY.
Continued from Page One.)

/ dominating danger in this land TO-DAY
| is not the existence of great industrial
combinations - that is dangerous
enough in all conference.-the the com
| bination of the combinations, of the
railways, the manufacturing entet =
prises, the great mining projects the
great enterprises for the development
Of the national water powers of the
country. threaded together in the per-
sonnet of series of boa rds of directors
into n community of interests more
formidable than any conceivable com
bnation that dare appear in the open.
president Wilson has appealed for
the aid of all progressive citizens re-
CARELESS of party utilization. He has
appointed q progressive cabinet and in
augurated a thoroughly progressive
policy. So far as social welfare is con-
cerned, he has adapted Roosevelt's pro-
posals to his own ends. Should the tar
if act. however, prove to be u failure
should it be shown that monopoly is in
these modern times the only adequate
way of doing business, then the Demo-
cratic party will four years hence be
relegated to the background, to be
succeeded by the Progressive party
with its theory of trust supervision.
.Such is a reasonably safe prediction.
But the American people must not
forget that, if ii is fulfilled the promises
of Karl Marks argument for social
ism will have been established, and
this country will be fairly on the road
in that direction. Nor should we forget
that progress is highly contagious, and
that under its name and 2uise we are
likely To do many things that are VIZ
tualIv retrogressive. Yet should we en-
ter nDon any sort Of sociaiistic cra. let
us fondlv hope and fervently play that
such entrance may come, not as 4 re-
suit of tumut and fraternal hloeashed,
but MS peaceful and natural evolution
in the higher development of mankind.
Ivy Poem.
The orchestra played. and next on
the program came the IVY Day Poem
by Kenneth \. Robinson Of Eidaeford,
which described the Birth OF the NY
Vine ON Earth, making it the gift 81
Raeehus to the newly formed human
race. The poem. which is too long to be
given in fun, opens with a description
of the re-pedpline of the earth after
the flood. following the Pagan mythoi-
ogy.
The waters obeyea and the seas returned
10 their shores rs once tltat ia"
Ave t6e dIlieted seas went back 10 bor-
der and beach assigned them
And the two who were spared from IN, me
floods which smete the looiiali
lands and bereft them,
Wandered over the desoiate earth. cast
ing their stones behind them.
Casting their stones till each stone took
shape as il fell from the hand oil
the caster,
Blood and bone were born of the stone,
OH, who shall deny the glory 90.
Even as marble comes to breathe In the
hand Of tile eminent master.
OnlY-stonc remained III the heaitf "u'
that is another story.
over the earth. and of the earth. sowing
their seed. half doubling,
Side by side the parents passed hlltii
they beheld the wonder,
set up joyous shouting,
Raised a pesn in praise of him VINO
governs the flaming thunder.
And GREAT Joye heard from his elouded
height. heard and rejoiced, ana
straightwaY.
Snake a word to the council-gods. call
ing them in around him,
Smiled as he saw the gods come IN, in
through the golden gateway,
Smiled as he saw the earth ii peace.
smiling the councH iouifu MN
Smiling he took his wonted seat and
spake of the race or mortals,
Men. and the golden age of men which
came at the great beginning,
Men. aud the ultimate fall of men, when
out through the iron portals
Innocent AStraea took her way sad at
the various SHINING
(In answer to the question of the ruler,
of the gods the lesser deites stand forth,
and enumerate their gifts to the new
race Minerva offers her usual wisdom
Venus love, and so on FINALLY Bacehus
comes forward:
With the scent of flowers on the air
Sound of flutes and the odor of wine,
Vine leaves bound in his golden hair.
Glad bright leaves of the Ivy Vine.
Eyes a-drowse with shadow and shine.
And secret things that great god
knows;
Lips empurpled. enriched, divine.
Smile as warm the heart of the rose.
tBacchus then goes on to say that there
are sad and serious things enough al
gift will be the Ivy Vine. SiGnaiiZing
eternal youth, JOY, and happy memories
saving that the Vine is blessed by the
gods, and made immortal by them;)
Time and change sweep on their courses.
Ever fainter the wan west CLEANS,
phoebus glideS his weary horses
Further into the Fields of Dreams.
What was the rose becomes the poppy.
Old lips lose the song they've sung,
And old hearts sigh for the days gone by
But the gods are always young.
Presidents Address.