Show xxv V < v t j LYNC LPT We mark tho lowly place where ha was born Wo try to dream the dreams that starred his nights When tho rude path that ran beside tho corn Grew to a fair broad way which found the heights We try to sense the lonely days ho knew The silences that wrapped about his soul When there came whispers tremulous and truo Which urged him up and onward to his goal Ills was the dream alled world of kindly trees And marvel rearhes of tho prairie lands Tho brotherhood ot fields and bird and bees Which magnifies the soul that understands under-stands Ills was tho school of unremitting toll Whose lessons leave an Impress strong and deep Ills were tho thoughts of one close to the soil The knowledge of the ones who BOW and reap And of all this and from all this he rose Full panoplied when camo his coun trys call Stronghearted and strongframed to bear the woes Which tell on him the bitterest of all And well he wrought and wisely well he knew The strain and stress that should be his alone He did the task long set for him to do This man who camo unfavored and unknown un-known We look today not through Griefs mist of tears Not through glamour of nearness to the great Hut down the long long corridor of years Where stand the sentinels of Fame and Fate And now we sea him whom men called uncouth Grown wondrous fair beneath the hand of Time And know the love of liberty and truth Brings Immortality and makes sublime < But 0 this rugged face < with kindly eyes Wherein a haunting sorrow ever stays Somehow It seems that through the sorrow sor-row rise The echoed visions of his other days That still we may In subtle fancy trace The light that led him with prophetic gleams That here we gaze upon the pictured face Of one who was a boy that lived his dreams W D N |