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The West Shore.
VOL. 7 No. 9. iSTjftETSr' Portland, Oregon, Septembor, 1881. mtSX
LEGEND OF GARFIELD.
V s. A. CLARKK.
Ajc hence uur day grown olilcn
Willi the lpe of cycling ycata
Ancient legend, pure iul gulden,
Will I iung with love and tear.
Oft will lie told, with accent (lowly,
That legend of the younger land,
Of the buy that, pour and lowly,
Rote the Nation to command.
How he toiled at humble labor,
CJimbing upward every day,
Winning, at he went, each neighbor,
For friend to cheer the way.
How he schooled himicif, ai ilowly
Knowledge came wilhin hit reach,
Till, at length, hi minion holy
Va hit fellow-man to leach.
Crew he Ihut in heart! of other,
Clinging to bi own dear home,
Cheruhing the proud old mother
Aa the brighter day would come.
Crowing on to higher ataiinti
Hero of the bitter war
Then la Congrew of the Nation
Shining like the morning alar.
Calm while fierce! battle thundered,
Slaletman, Patriot and Sage,
War and Peace have Catfield aumUied
With the great of every age.
Then In manhood's fullrtt piime,
Eialled by the people' will.
He died the highe place that Time
Elcctt the viUet one lo fill.
Brilliant M the Bono' bright fbiw,
Modeel M the woodland bloom.
All the honor he cneld know
Cave a aelfuh wik no loom.
I'lanning, with hi great endeavor,
How lo do the people' will,
Fell the auauin' blow, and nrver
Sonuw hrld I lie world mj till).
A hi life wa elibing -paulng
O'er the threshold of the day,
With courage world urpaulng,
He Milled tlietr gileving look away.
Hung hi (ate In word untpoken
Aniiou teat in eveiy eye
Said he then, with voice unbroken i
"I am not afraid to die."
lxig the weeks Iml uncomplaining,
Calm he met the thror of pain,
faith awl hope and cotiiage gaining
A hi lib wa on the wane.
Wind from off the loxijig ocean
Sent abioail their midnight tigh
Wild w wave In their commotion
Sang hi reipilrm lullaly.
Storm and temrt i K your loadeal I
He can reck your rag 00
U I the lid we held the ptoudrt
Pa lo the rthei hnre I
llear old mother, far away,
Dream about your "darling boy T
Deal loved wilt, al midnight giry,
tbup hand -Farewell to j.y I
I lhed ami atill I Friend are around him
Death ha bfcllea ihere lo cume,
And the wailing Angel Iwwl him
jheaning of hW Hml'K kme. .
Once again, Irxae Imad arene ayar him.
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With lhal bright lo chew hna.
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