The Ashland advertiser., April 22, 1896, Image 3

Poetical Supplement to THE ASHLAND ADVERTISER.
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Edited by “LEOSTINE,” Ashland, Oregon.
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Fleet? the years? ah! truly so.
So rapidly the streams do flow,
A few more blocks we chisel here:
Then Nature calls us to the bier.
JVIount
JC? MARBLE PILE that scintilates
The glory of the Day-king’s torch:
Proudly it stands and dominates
The world; and Trade’s commercial
march
Is oft repelled by the bold mount,
Whose snowbanners and wild winds free
Sweep out above Klamath’s wide founts;
Whose waters rush down to the sea.
God wrote dominion on its crest:
And ensign's power upon its breast;
And landmarks there the kingdomed west.
In clouds of gold he hides his face:
While red kings sweep around his base,
In tribal war or eager chase.
His brow is bared to Winter's blast;
In mantling snow his form is cast.
His arms enfold the wooded hills;
His ear, attuned to Nature’s voice,
When Summer comes gives fond rejoice;
And bends to catch the sound of rills.
Milmnre.
Wait! lay down thv chisel now!
Softly! the dew is on thy brow:
Rest here beside this marble bust;
—It too must crumble into dust.
Thou art young! yet Bichat died
Ere he had sailed far on Life's tide.
Here, shape this limb! what; is it o’er?
Thou'lt carve in marble nevermore?
Well, these chiselings, in grace
Fell as thou carvedst an angel's face.
Another year—upon thy brow
A garland, but; what of that now?
Still, in thine accomplishings
Thou hadst great hopes of mighty things;
And sought the path where e’en the wise
Retard their steps to generalize.
Wait! the block is chiseled quite:
Death bids thee enter into night:
Beyond the night a fuller Day
Shall glow thine art-sense with its ray.
The New Slavery,
Aeons swing back the gates of tiding y rs:
The tribal crowds surge forth to central­
ize;—
Repeated wrongs crowd back the right
a-pace.
Where once were old spring forth the
newer gods;
Other proud forms projected on the skies;
Enow' they
V have a lesser fault of form or
face.
Where lands were battle-swept with
tribes polvgomous,
Assertive reason crowns the just and good
And published grace—renown long
merited—
Contends with other streams of life, most
infamous,
Which cleave a path swift thro’ a plain
and wood
That border round a realm of lust—in­
herited.
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Around the circle of tremendous seas,
With orbit shield, long withered, warrior
fame
Speeds on to whet the force that threat­
ens his survey:
Democracies spring up; (adhesiveness.)
The unit then beholds the shaft whence
came
The better ore—in all, a better day.