The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1914-01-28

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make our section the dominant
power in finance and civilization.
I heard so often last winter
and have heard it said, some
times with a cynical smile, "Oh
that is dream" My friends,
wish I we're worthy to take my
stand among the drearers of
this world, but the honor is too
great for me. 1t is not mine to
pierce the veil Of doubt and look
into the face Of unborn time, l
only stumble and falter, seeing
but dimly, the vision of what is
to be-. Herbert Kaufman Says,
dreams are the architects of
fact" let me quote a few senten.
ces from his bountiful essay on
this subject.
"What matters sneers and
cynicism?
"This world is made up for
the most part of those who take
but never give, sharing IN all.
but sparing nought: who cheer
a grudge but grudge a cheer.
Wherefore the paths of prog.
ress have been sobs of blood
dropped from the broken hearts
Of dreamers.
''Makers Of empires, they
have fought for bigger things
than empires, and higher seats
than thrones.
"Grief has only streaked their
heads with silver, but has never
grayed their hopes.
"Dreamers are argonauts, the
seekers of the priceless fleece
the Truth
"Through all the ages the
:: voice of destiny calls them from
from the un5roken vasts.
"They dare uncharted seas,
because they are the makers OF
the chart.
"With only cloth of courage
at the mast and no compass save
; their dreams, thev sail away un'
, daunted for the far blind shores.
Their brains have wrought
all human miracles, in lace OF
, stone their spires stall the skies,
and their golden crosses kiss the
SUM-"
A great ship a few months ago
stricken to death by an iceberg
, shivers, trembles and groans. A
cry for help, that mystery the
wireless flashes hundreds Of
miles across the Aartlc seas for
aid that would never come save
for Marconis Dream.
Wings of canvass now beatthe
air and add the highways of the
eagle to the human paths.
One man drew lightning with
a kite from the clouds, another
sitting by the fire sees steady
escape of steam from the kettle.
The dreams of Franklin, Watts,
Morse and hundreds of others
have girded the globe with bands
of steel. and anuihiliated space.
The phonograph, a disc o1
wax, a square box, a few springs,
a needle, and a throat of BRASS
] a God hewn voice swells out,
caught while clear and sweet, to
last for ages after the singer
has returned to the duet, whence
lie came and all because Edison
dreamed.
What would this world be Of
fancy or of fact, were hands all
> with which men had to build?
Your very homes are set upon
the lands a dreamer found, the
pictures on its waits are visions
: from a dreamer's soul.
They are the blazers Of the
way, tie men who never veal
doubts bandage on their eyes.
Men who hold to courage and tc
hope
CoWardice and lack Of faith
can alone keep US from oul
chosen goal.
If our hearts be strong and il
; we dream enough, and dream
hard enough, we can tread the
path whereon the foot Of man
hath never gone before.
Walls crum, lie and empires
fall; the tidal sweeps in and tears
fortress from the rocks. The
rotting nations drop from OF
: times bougbs. and only things
dreamers make, lives on.