The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1917-06-30

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The Dallas News, under caption OF
ITO War on Germany From the Air,
contains a very readable editorial arti
Gle on the part which our own goven
ment is about to take in this branch OF
the service in the present worldwide
war, noting the fact that the president
has requested congress to appropriate
5000 5000 for building airplanes and
training aviators, and explaining the
statement that the British have as
cribed their recent success very largely
to the superiority of their air service
II may be worth while to call the at
tention of your readers to the following
passage from Lord Tennyson's Locks
ley Hail." which first saw the light OF
day in public print well nigh a century
ago, in 1912. and note how accurately
and clearly il foreshadows lin what was
then considered but a poets dream) the
outstanding realities of grim historical
facts. as you and l may witness them
unfolding over the battle fields of Eu
rope today, and coming to expression
in the spoken and written utterances OF
light and leading all over the world
when attempting to forecast few OF
the worldwide benefits and blessings
now coming TO birth in the throes of a
conflict which stands without parallel
in the annals of humanity.
Here is a portion of this marvellous
poets prophecy:
Men. my brothers, men the workers,
Ever reaping something new
That which they have done but
earnest
Oft the things that they shall do;
For drift into the future far as human
eye could see,
Saw the vision Of the world and all the
wonder that would be
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, ar
gosies OF magic sails.
Pilots Of the purple twilight, dropping
down with costly bales:
Heard the heavens fill with shouting
and there rained ghastly dew
From the nations airy navies graphing
in the central blue;
Far along the worldwide whisper Of the
south-wind rushing warm.
With the standards of the peoples
plunging thro' the thunder torn;
TIL the war.drum throb'd no longer. and
the battle flags were furl'd
In the parliament Of man, the fedora
ton Of the world.
There the common sense Of mist shall
hold a fretful realm in awe,
And the kindly earth shall slumber, lef
in universal law.
So I triumphed. ere my passion sweep
ing thro' me left me dry,
Left me with the palsied heart. and lef
me with the jaundiced eye.
Eye, TO which all order testers, al
things here are out Of joint,
Science moves. hut slowly. slowly, creep
ing on from point to point:
Slowly comes a hungry people, as
lion, creeping higher,
Glares at one that mods and winks be
hind a slowly-dying fire.
Yet l doubt not thro' the ages one in
creasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts OF men are widen'C
with the process OF the suns.
knowledge comes. but wisdom fingers
and he bears a laden breast,
Full Of sad experience. moving towarC
the stiffness OF his rest
knowledge comes. but wisdom fingers
and / linger on the shore.
And the individual withers and th'
world is more and more.
Not in vain the distance beacons. For
ward, forward let US range,
Let the great world spin forever dowr
the ringing groves OF change.
Thro' the shadows Of the globe w
sweep into the younger day;
Better fifty years OF Europe than
cycle OF Cathay.
Mother.Age for mine know mott hell
me as when life began:
Rift the hills and roll the waters, flasf
the lightnings, weigh the sun.
Comes vapor from the margin black
ening over hearth and holt,
Cramming all the blast before II, in it'
breast a thunderbolt.
Let Il fall on Locksley Hall. with rair
or hail. or fire or snow;
For the mighty wind arises roaring sea
ward and l go.
More than once have voiced my per
sonal conviction that English literature
or any other literature for that mat
ter. aside from that OF our Bible, has
never produced writer who fol
broad grasp Of thought and profound
spiritual insight has sounded the depths
or climbed the heights attained by Al
fred Tennyson. Shakespeare. OF course
is sui generis. as a universal genius
who shoots folly. on the wing anc
paints the moods and lenses OF passing
human experience as they hit across
the stage Of life Ike cloud shadows
on the mountain side on a light sum