The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-07-05
THE WIZARDS OF SLEEP

THE WIZARDS OF SLEEP
Strange wares are handled ON tn,
wharfs of sleep;
= Shadows of shadows. pass, an,
many q light L..
Flashes a signal fire across tn,
night;
Barges depart whose voiceles
steersmcn keep
Their way without a star upon tn,
deep;
And from lost ships, homing witt
ghostly crews,
Comes cries of incommunicabl,
news,
While cargoes pile the piers j.
moOn-white heap
Budgets of dream.dust, merchan
disc Of song,
of hope and packs of an
cient wrong,
gathered from a secre
strand,
Fardels OF heartache, burdens O
old sins, -----:--- 1850 -
Luggage sent down from dim an
cestral inns,
And bales Of fantasy from No
Mans Land.
EDWIN MARKHAM.
Into No-Man's Land from
which no traveller returns has
passed one of the best friends
the American War Veterans
have had in Congress-BRON-
SON CUTTING-United States
senator from New Mexico,
himself a World War veteran,
and a buddy who is mourned
from Maine to California, by
veterans of all wars, whose
battles were fought on the
floor of the U. S. Senate, by
the comrade, who $50 much
needed, has passed out upon
the deep, leaving heartaches
and sadness where ever there
are veterans of all and every
group.
On the floor Of the Senate
few days ago, Senator Hatch
of New Mexico, in a memorial
address said of his confrere:"
when Bronson Cutting
died, Labor lost an alley and a
friend. A soldier went down
in that tragic accident, a. SOL
der who had served his coun-
try. The veterans of all wars
wept unashamed on May s
when their comrade lost the
last great battle with mans
ever : destroying adversary,
Death.
Senator Cutting was in
tensely human; a man of SYM
pathetic disposition, always
willing to help his less FORUM
ate brothers. A Senator of the
United States, a brave man, a
loyal friend, a courageous
stateman, worthy son of wor-
thy father, and a brave Spar
tan mother-is gone!" :.
Bronson Cutting and men
like him. can i'll be spared
from a world so badly handi- :
capped by lack Of real leader
ship, his future was bright
with promise Of political
greatness, but as a philosoph-
er has expressed it, 1--WE never
do set foot on our promised
lands. We see them from afar
and pass out before We get
there" or as the Tentmaker
put it:
we are NO Othe- than = moving
row
OF magic shadow-shapes that
come and go
Round the sun illumined lantern
held
In midnight by the master OF the
show.
pieces OF the game he
plays
Upon the chequer-b0ard of
nights and days;
Hither ana hither moves, and
checks, and Stays,
And one by one In the closet
lays"
The war veterans are passing
ally, death to the soldier who has
cen his buddies keep the rendez-
'ous at the Zero Hour, beneath
he trampling. headless feet of
lighting men--in nothing new, the
eteran who has faced death,
,nows when the right time comes.
will be as natural as falling
sleep, when he IL down right
leepy, after q hard days march,
ghen the bugie's stirring blast
ounds "fIaitl" But the passing
( Bronson Cutting IL not easy 70
'et over. II has sent q shock
through the ranks Of veterans
Well may the men
rho have worn q uniform say" He
'iIl not be easily repiaeedl" =
Tho nnfEIe OF Drums
Over 4he land daily are heard
he Fugfle ek drums. the bowed
eade Of marching comrades, who
pillow for the last time the com.
ade who has reached the end Of
he ieng, long trail.
OF aIl the millions who donned
he uniforms Of The Civil War IN
be armies II The NeklhIapA only
S,est ~ 'eff IN The Pension Iisll.
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