The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1916-05-20
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they all have drunk her milk and every of them
led into the world by her hand-when they We're
taller than tulip. AL the pride of the world is
due 20 mothers.
And the gray destroyer of towns the lame tiger
Timur Gurgan. grew thoughtful and for long time
was silent. Then to all present he said
Men Tangri Kuli. Timur a. Tmur a servant of
Cod say what | must say. | have lived for many
years and the earth grOans under For thirty
years, with this hand of mine, l have been destroy
ing the harvest OF Death. have been taking revenge
upon Death because Death put ont the sun of my
heart-robbed of my Jihangir Others have
struggled for cities and for kingdoms but has
striven for man. Men had no value in my eyes;
| cared not who they were nor why they were in my
way. 1t |. Timur. who said TO Bayazet when
had defeated him: % Bayazet il seems that king
doms nothing before God you that he gives
them into the hands of people like us-you who
a cripple and me who am lame! L said this to him
when he was led up to me in chains, groaning under
their weight looked upon his misfortune and felt
that love bitter NORWOOD, the weed that
grows ruins.
"A servant of God I say what must A woman
sits before me, her number is legion and she has
awakened in my soul feelings hitherto unknown to
As equal she speaks to me and she does not
ask, she demands. | see and understand why this
woman is powerful: she loves and love helped her
recognize that her child is the spark of life from
which flame may spring that will burn for many
centuries. Have not all prophets been children, and
all heroes been weaki Jihangir, the light of my
eyes perhaps it thy lot to warm the earth, to
sow happiness it l have covered it well with
blood and made II fertile
Again the Scourge of Nations pondered long. At
last he said
Il Timur, slave of God, say what must Let
three hundred horsemen go to all the four corners
Of my kingdom and let them find this woman 3 SON
She will wait here and will wait with her. Happy
shall be he who returns with the child on his saddle
Woman, is that right3'
She tossed her black hair from her face, smiled at
him and nodding, answered.:
Quite right, kingl"
Then the terrible old man rose and bowed TO her
in silence but the merry poet Hermann sang joyfully
like child
"Whdt IS more del'ghtfu than a song Of fotcer,
aud stGrsP
Everyone tcW say: n soma Of lone
What IS more enchanting than the midday sun in
N0y2
lorer riH reply; she tchom Lore
A. kno,c the stars are splendid IN the sly q,
a. depth Of night
And know the sun is gorgeous on a daz-lino
But the eyes Of my beloved out rirdl all the
fOlCers,
And her smile is more enhancing than the sun in
May
But no one yet has sung the best most charming
song Of all;
tbs tte song Of all beginnings, Of the heart Of all
the iCOrId.
OF the mqgie heart of iconen, and the mother of
GH!''
Timur Lenk said to his poet:
quite right Hermann God did not orr when
He selected your lips to announce His wisdomi"
Well God himself Is a good poet" said the
drunken Hermann.
And the woman smiled, and all the kings and
princes and warriors smiled too, like children as
they looked al her-the Woman Mother.
All this is true. What is said here is the truth,
all mothers know II. ask them and they will say:
Yes, all this Is everlasting truth. We are more
powerful than Death who ceasclessly present
sagcs, poets and heroes TO the world, we who SOW
in it everything that is glorious!"