University Missourian. [volume] (Columbia, Mo.) 1908-1916, 1915-06-02

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ODE TO DEMOCRACY
Weep the strange people who have lost their God
Battle with thy tears Melpomene. their wound
Whose hands hurtled to the risen flood
The broken stones that Aarons brother found
Unstained Horeb. till the baser ground
Stirred with the dawn and man from sumber driven
Smiled the that embraced him round,
Flattered his soul that it could be forgiven,
And louted dimeyed faith fixed her unknown Heaven
Over the winedark multitude waves
Flares the fierce shadow Of a spectral flame
Dilate with desolaton Ocean saves
With his estranging bilOws still uname.
These sorrowing shores that from delirious fame
Which bears such glory the fall of Rome.
France self-slaughtered when she slew her shame
Or aught that shows what vast pervessions come
of potential good, their unsuspected home.
Aye woe! cry for science turned pain!
The unveiled secrets of a novel sphere
Plead redistribution back again
earth's damp hollows whence fear
Seeking mortgage from a fate too
Exhumed them; whether for the winds that
Through the mad heavens their wide
Or the sick drouths of the enduring
myriad evils more not humanity begun.
A thousands prophets have abused the times.
Oh, may wild wood wandering poet then
Send the dear darts of his resounding rhymes
Ceartipped with meaning through the hearts of men!
And will their leaders hearken him again
maiden spirit S warmly wooed
By Millions guess than Machiavellis ken,
And less by Nietzsche his dazzling mood
Than Shakespeare underlined with natures attitudei
Science has studied her insight blind.
Overndulging in light He dies
Whose Heaven is but the limit of his mind
Whose only echoes of his eyes.
Whose nervecells forming in chemic wise
Explain his nspration-O the fool!
The bitter fool that loves his disguise!
He dies. His life lies like faded jewel
Lost in its clay long ere its clay is cool.
Our shifty ethics have engendered hate
The grim-faced logic of expedience rides
Like arch-tyrant in murmuring state
Ger the fair spirit that before him bdes
Expedience! Aye expedence derides
The oaths of nations! They pufs of wind
And modern treaties where convention hides
Mere scraps of paper! The expedient mind
Weaves but a paper blur what sits behind
would charged continent have known
Volcanic feeling and herself abhorred,
Had not Democracy with healing tone
Mothered hurts for 10! the foreign lord
breads the dark reckoning these times afford.
And breeds diversion; he hath tricked the eye
OF night-nursed liberty whose blunderng sword
Gashes the bosom of her friend; they die
Signing king! king! a sentimental sigh
What of that God, elemental guide,
Or prime emotion, ETHEREAL soul,
Whose al-illimitable reside
Through the faint atom Of the endless whole
Of nebulous great oceans-whose control
Doth touch the border of aeonian change,
And link dead chaos that utmost
Where move these moments with a motion strange
Written in terms of Him how will thy deeds arrange,
Co spread thy soul to meet the spreading dawn;
Breathe the ephemeral wonder that thine
For we have fingered till the light hath gone
That lit the progress lyric line
Then turn, instructed by an inward sign,
To free thy spirit from the rising spears;
Whilst Britain bleeds along embtered Rhine
Mind thou the mission of the after years,
When the ambitious Tyre shall take the with tears
look upon his ugly physique