New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-05-02


VI: By Robert
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o loyal orchestra by great composer ledi
Thy touch on every string and key
Has wrought this noble minstrelsy.
Giving soul to brass and wood inert or dead.
Till all confusons were in beauty wed,
And in the players and the theme
One harmony arose supreme
Ungrudgng service sounding like psalm.
For this the palm!
Soldier Of Peace, well done!
VII
Brother of Man. all haili
Through such thee and those that with thee Wroush
The world is daily savedIaye ever saved shall De-
Not by some magic alchemy
By Bonded sages through the centuries sought;
Not by some clustered mystery OF life;
But by the sheer necessity OF strife,
The long. unsacred treadmill of routine
Oh, more puissant than the authentic mien
OF sceptred king queen,
The virtues of the humble, ages-od.
That, like the Milky Way forever hold
Their darkest night within net OF gold:
A natural faith the bookman cannot daunt,
Work patience discipline. the comradeship OF want
And simple love assuaging sorrow saunt
Great is lnventon Do its annals mark
A single virtue newer than the arka
Praise then, the staunch, the overpted poor.
Who from their riches yet may save the rich.
And something dearer than the Kohl
Find for them in the mine in the ditch
Happy the hands that have but cnging soil
Of honest earth, unstained by blood or wrong,
That make knighthood of their iron toll.
And even from pittancc save q song.
No overseer Of Egyptian BROOD
But comrade of their swarthy day. vert thou.
Of all that digged OF hewed
None feared thy frown or for thy favor sued,
For lambert justice dwelt beneath thy brow.
Thy gentle strength. thy kindly calm.
Were for their bruises satisfying balm.
For this to them and thee, the palml
Servant of Man. well doneI
Thy war of Peace is won
The dream of continents five and centuries four
Is dream no more.
Now to new visions than the old
More wonderful and bold.
Let sage and seer
Into the dark more confidently peer.
To find the boon In every shape OF fear.
The cure that Nature holds for every hurt
Now let some STRIPPING venturous and alert.
Trailing a wilder thought
Than Science yet has sought
Startle shy knowledge from her inner lair.
Our best, that first was but castle in the air,
Let it be strong fair.
Come true all happy tales to children told.
And cloth of-frieze be turned to cloth-of-gold
Let the imprisoned mind
But beat upon its bars. twill hnd
The painted barriers made to break, not bind
Man is maginations only heir;
His messengers of Dream and Dare
He launches from the tccming port OF Night
To overtake the fight
OF Aeet-winged Progress. laden with new might,
Which the foremost she lets fall.
The prize of one, the wealth OF all.
Who can foretell what blessing may not hap
From this one har-breadth line upon the mapp
What treasure have we was not first cream
Seeing the Future but in fash and CLEAN.
Doubt we Tomorrow On the once-veiled track
OF opulent Yesterday. lock backl
The arsenal Of our courage IS the Past
The unforgotten great that did not yield
The unremembered many left upon the field.
Each loyal to his vision to the last
Then come with pomp and JOY OF color streaming shi
With shouts of their unsolicited iron lips.
With choral song and no unnoble speech.
The good Of all eclipsng good OF each.
And while like incense is the smoke upcurled
Let this our child be sponsored by the world.
Then dedicate to dreams this dream fulfilled:
To Hope, the dream which all dreams we build.
To Honor, what in honor conceived.
To Brotherhood. whereby it achieved.
To Peace that there no hostile gun may sound
And all the Earth at last be holy ground;
Aye to that dream of dreams. most strangely wrough
To Man. the Almightys most amazing thought
O Soldier of the blameless swordl
Who serves mankind is servant Of the Lord
Servant of God. well donel