Arizona republican., 1916-12-17
THE MAN ON cAMELBAck

For release from thy burne, ages old, | Now lying shattered all about? How | didst Thou chance 10 foil the cruel Jupiter? | Release from Tartarus brought the ! further woe. Escapedst thou divine wrath in some dafk cave. Within the mighty rocks, where thou layest hidden. Until thou thoughtst the cruel one and great Had smoothed his ruffeled front Then crepst thou toward His throne with firm intent to slay for revenge Of all thy race, to Tartarian dun geons damned? When. low. with thunderbolt he thee
 transfixed: Thy sorry feet in adament he placed; And more tore out thy sorry quiver
 ing arms. Then left thee to die. c, happy
 Prometheus Thou livedst in joy and bliss com
 pared to this. Only chains bound thee to thy rocky
 place. Thy tongue vast free to curse thy
 heartless tailor: To twist and turn thy body free inair: Pu; woeful bein gthis that stands
 silent Through cons of time. Inc while with
 stony tongue Voiceless as daylight quiet as night
 shadows. Till the wrinkled mountains refuse
 thee firm support When laundering morn wskes from
 out the East From rocky couch in fire like Phoe-
 nix old Springs forth 10 bring the world the gladsome day. Do eagles tear forth thy quverins Do vultnres wait to wound thee? If | Thy leafoned tongue sends forth no
 cry 70 ease Thv pain no curse to tempt more the fiend. In natience silence must thou bear
 thy day Thy mask of fierceness crumbiel thou humbly i Pravest for freedom from stony seat Ky are finds no release for thee. no Of ouic', deliverence from pain o-
 grief. Thy oo-'hly house hldee TO foul soul within. Elan ihv face bellies thy purpose. thy intent. Thy s"h~'ance Is stony. vet thy face i Is mild. Hope suells forth. responsive even is rocky clay. -'ptrrn thy face to God. for when
 evil Chairs ,bee for his own. Cod only
 can release We that are human worms that bend
 and squirm 1 'nd crawl to stands on little mounds of sand To gaze down on our fellow voice We too ike thee. thou once greae
 king That ruled the regions of the world Must look above or fall in dark
 despair. Con snch imaslnines he trues I ask. i When from the distant cliff, it seems.
 there comes Reply. "Man'sbest made effigies are
 nought. He creates in one dav what last a God tfronghout the ages carves- His
 chisers Always in tand. Yet .or a thousand Mountain stream and valley are the
 same The efernal --oars gre His. Why
 haste him then, Man carvey his little years from heaps
 of sand. Today these stand in hillocNs fair:
 tomorrow. Each blasts tears down the feeble
 pile Gods tallest Peaks are millions of centuries older
 far.
 The vilest serpent that can hiss and
 crawl. The cooing dove that nests in leafy
 dale. The lion that lies low to seek ms
 pray The man whose face bears stamp Of
 his maker All arc chiseied from the eternal clay Each bears His stamp but breath oi
 life we say He gave to man alone. An. iooiish
 man, Are worlds made for thee alone Who
 knows but that In the future ages the beast tha'
 now is vile May far transcend thy boasted Ate
 and form: Their faces then ten thousand times
 for fair: Their minds reach up. up to the
 highest heavens. Ten thousand millions voiceless things
 cry out Tn laundering tones. on every hand
 to all To tell forth the purpose, the Great
 or's plans. On beetling cliffs, on crags we see
 His hand. This sdamantine man like form he
 made To bring thee 10 the light Of highei | things. The mornings glow lights up his face;
 at noon The sunbeams kiss his hoary head;
 ct eve The mountain hides the glowing
 sparks of fire. Nay you and like him sit pensivs
 then.
 As night begins to draw her purple
 veil
 Let the same Sculpture shape us into
 living stone, With love and hope transcendent IT
 our eyes. | -(l--