The Twin City star. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1910-19??, 1917-02-24
Douglass Centenary Poem.
BY WALTER e. HAWKINS.

BY WALTER e. HAWKINS.
They laid him on the altar, and he bore
the lash and 00ad,
To brutal arrogance and greed
prey.
He gaze hts sacrifcial blood ,ohile bro
ken meath the load
As there on slaUery's altar long he
IGy.
HIS daily bread ,oas bitter dre0s as all
hell could afford.
Like Him qcho bore the sins of all,
earth gaze him no abode,
Yet IN hts agony he kne,o that ni0kt
datons into day.
Men called him slape, but such a. he
soGs infinitely free,
Free IN his untaned heart to feel the
right.
He ptsioned heights the semi-nen about
him could not see;
He read the prophets vision IN the
night.
A blight and curse ,oas oil hts need,
tho slGper's lash hts fee,
Upon this cold unyteldin0 rock of grim
GdUerstty.
Whetted his eagle ptntons and Hlee CO.
Ole toob the height.
When soapes of hatred ssoelled and
broke across hts soei0hted soul
Nor right nor left he s,oerved, bxt
Kant fhe Snce
Straight doom the rough race course
of Ute, hts eyes fDed on the goal,
He bore the taunttn0 soith beftttn0
grace.
When soor gods dashed the elements
into blackened scroll
And men lost heart because tho dreos
turned bitter In the botol
He thought not of himself, bxt Of Ms
persecuted race.
Upright, sun cro,oned, dtvtnely blest
10TH rare celestial fire,
Upon Gods modern hIH of Mars he
stood.
In his great heart .oas Joshua's
+ strength; hts Votoe soos Davtd's
lire,
Hts clear toned notes resoWndtn0 DER
tho flood. .
He called W from the dreod obyss of
sldUery's nurb and nstre;
He rdtsed us from our loo estate osd
taught Us to aspire
Up to the hills of God, sohere all u
beautiful and good.
Ethi0pe stood DER tho chasns aHd pour
ed out her tears Hbe roin.
And her broken heart soas dvts0 of
its sooe,
And her cries reached the Almighty
for her sons and daughters sldtn,
And the death of her distress brought
keGVen lo1o.
What she lost IN death and sosroso,
sDhGt she lost IN 0rtef and pain
He0Ven repaid her IN the freedom
tohich thy Hte did much to gdtn
When 1t gaze us thee, o Douglass,
quite hundred years ago.
Yes, this stern brosced, fearless titan
bleto hts trumpet IN tho land
When his bleeding race soas hurt and
sore distressed,
And he sounded the alarm, made men
hear and understand
That the burden of Ms race toGs IN
hts breast,
And his t1ords soere tlo,nes of fro and
his tongue burning brand,
Scion of the seed of Ntnrod and rod
IN Aaron's hand,
And he summoned men to judgment for
the heartsore and oppressed.
We count him great ond justIy hold
him aDorthy Of the name.
No truer statesman ever pressed the
sod.
Up to the highest rounds of Ute from
out the nseanest shame
He forged hts toGy into q just resoard.
No pen can paint the anguish of the
depths from tohtch he came.
He fought his t0Gy to freedom, and he
forged his tOGv to fGnae,
And he torote Ms name m deathless
light among the sons of God.
He soas our good Sir Galahad, 1ohose
true stcord toGUered not
When all the t1Orld condoned the stn
and Utce.
He changed into chapel hts accursed
slavery mart
Polluted long BY human sacrifice.
His rOstrum, built of t1hippin0 posts
1ohere human souls soere shot,
Raised freedoms altar and O church
upon the SIN cursed spot,
Put tots0s upon his cross sohereon he
sailed to paradise.
High School Girls In Two Act Comedy.
The dramatic circle of the High
School Girls club in Brooklyn pre-
narod for "vrho COnsniratOrs n com.