The Ashland advertiser., April 22, 1896, Image 4

The people turn rebutting
crown and king.
Where thrones fall down is
light of rising suns;
Infringing orbs in planetary
swing,
Each orb a bold, tryannous,
empire-thing
Thro’
which
unlettered,
gangrene envy runs,—
—Polutes the streams of life
with poison sting.
We boast that not in
Christian lands can now
Be found a man in chains,
whose beaded brow,
All furrowed with the weight
of years and toil,
Is made the prey—the Rob­
ber Chieftain’s spoil.
’Tis false! the rule of
might runs heedless on;
Still robber bands send forth
a robber spawn.
The way lies dark with hun­
ger pangs and fears;
While wrongs are wed the
wronged shed bitter tears.
The boy, who scans the ram­
part and the height,
O’er which his fancy now
hath taken flight :
The girl, erect of soul, whose
summer dream
A pure reality doth always
seem;
Are doomed to feel the
blight of poverty
And battle with a tempter’s
snare each day.
A concious pride enwraps
the hopeful mood
When men bear up against
the tide and flood;
But all in vain our hope
when men of prey,
Stalk Virtue to a mart all
night, all day.
When beaters of the bush
fright out the fawn,
Hot in the scent the hounds
Go ask the fallen women
of our land
What circumstance so led
them by the hand;
Out in the Dark along the
Ruined Wav;
Afar from homes where once
they used to play
In innocence, and mirth and
childish glee;
Oh Christian states, thy While fond parental care
harems croud the streets!
thus left them free.
Thine idols are e’en as so Go ask, I say, why fallen now
many fleets,
they stand;
Crowding the filthy harbors And weep, and moan, upon a
of a world
lonelv
•/ stand.
O’er which an ebon banner Gaunt poverty, say they,
is unfurled;
encroached the shrine
—Protects a host, a base and Where else was home and
careless band,
influence divine.
Who hate the great and good While thus in Dark the wil-
of every land.
ey tempter came:
No slaves, you say, are now —Downward we fell unto the
on Christian soil;
deeps of shame.
No chains are clanking in a
When some must sell their
thankless toil?
virtue for a plate,
Bah! go where men are bent A wrong is in the mart, the
in endless task,
home and state;
Make question with them When many fall because of
there and kindly ask,
circumstance,
If any motive friends them ’Tis time we grasped anew
in their strive
the shield and lance
Where constantly they sweat, «Therefore, arise, ye sons of
and work, and rive:
hero sires,
In southern fields; on west­ And build anew the patriotic
ern hills and plains,
fires
Where cotton grows, and men Whose flames,half-dead,once
dig ore—thresh grains.
gleamed along the shore
Midst orange groves men earn Where Warren bled; and,
a frugal hire:
brave, the Yankies poured
Midst bins of coal the baby Tumultuous, down from the
hands expire:
mountains green;
—The Quaker State upholds From Sable fields, in Aut­
umn’s golden sheen,
this pagan rule,
Thro’ poverty to force the With fiercest joy to rectify
the wrongs,
child from school;
W^hich, all too soon, had
Thus ageing him—young
still’d our natal songs.
Arise! we say, and cleanse the
unit of the State—
Nation’s Halls,
Compelling him in task early And break anew the Gold
and late.
King’s bonds and thralls.
speed savage on;
Thus boldlv
•/ do the devils of
a town
Try hard to drag the better
classes down,
And, stumbling in their bor­
rowed, vulgar pride,
The devils seek to be the
angels’ guide.