Mexico weekly ledger., 1917-03-29

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(By DR.. Frank Crane. From K. C. Starr
am Yesterday.
am gone from you forever.
am the last of a long procession of days, stream
ing behind you, away from you, pouring into mist and
obscurity, and at last into the ocean of oblivion.
Each of US has his burden, of triumph, of defeat,
of laughter, of bitterness; we bear our load from you into
forgetfulness; yet as we go we each leave something in
your subconsciousness.
We fill your souls cellar.
depart from you, yet l am ever with you.
Once I was called Tomorrow, and was virgin and
pure; then | became your bride and was named Today;
now | am Yesterday, and carry upon me the eternal stain
of your embrace.
am one of the leaves of a growing book. There
are many pages before me. Some day you shall turn us
all over and read us and know what you are.
lam pale, for / have no hope. Only memories.
am rich, for | have wisdom.
l bore you a child, and left him with you. His
name is Experience.
You do not like to look at me. | am not pretty. |
am majestic, Hateful, serious.
You do not love my voice. 1t does not speak
10 your desires; 1t is cool and even and full of prudence.
am Yesterday; yet l am the same as Today and
Forever; for l AM YOU; and YOU cannot escane from
yourself.
Sometimes | talk with my companions about YOU.
some OF US carry the scars of your cruelty. Some of the
wretchedness of your crime. Some of the beauty of vour
goodness. We do not love you. We do not hate YOU,
We judge you.
We have no compassion; only Today has that. We
nave no encouragement for you; only Tomorrow has that.
We stand at the front door of the past welcoming
the single file of days that pass through, watching To.
morrows becoming todays and then enter among us,
Little by little we suck out your life, as vampires.
AS you grow older we absorb your thought. You tnrn r.
us more and more, less and less toward Tomorrow.
Our SHOWS cumber your back and wbiten vour bead
our ICY waters put out your passions. Our civilizations
am your hopes. Our many tombstones crowd into NJ
laluscapes. Our dead loves, burnt out enthusiasme
shattered dream houses, dissolved illusions move to Won
surround you. NV " 'u'
iomorrows come unnoticed. Todays slip by un-
days. Vi leSter-
Ours our banquet halls full of wine soaLod ,oh,o
cDo'hs' broken vands, wilted roses.
Ours are empty churches. where asniratiors ,,n
where only ghostes are. "eie'
ours are CHASTITY Pompeiian streets. rich oalIeor.
a hundred fathoms deep. genealogical iists a - s""eohS
Names mummles in museums, fraqmentarv Mile
battered temples, inscriptions on bricks of Ninevab broa
seone gates standing amidst the tropical yerdure Of w
'"'"n h'ruscan wine jars now dry and empty forever.
zo,o ours are the old credulities. With US are Wotan
zeus, ormuzd, Isis, vishnu. 10 w "oan'
FROM us comes that miasm of inertia that holds
n maLorn IN thran; from US comes the strength Of war
MAKERS monarchs and all the privileged Vi W"
tr.d+i0 we r. reach up long, sinewy, gray arms of custom and
"auuoh 10 choke Today and impede tomorrow '"" VII
We are the worlds Yesterdays 1s
IN"ouSn w put your 1et upon us n rn;OLS -: -"
smother you. ""'hS" we strangle and
am Yesterday. Learn to look mo -
use me, and not to be afraid of me "e !" 'e lace, to
fear. l an your Judge-and your
Tomorrow is your friend.