| Show UTIIS 111141 CSTUII JUUIttJ 1I01lACr F BROWN A century rich In wok melt don Bath reuctol Its Own the dawn I Yt Holevri In tile Entern sky The dews of curly morn like Pearls That glisten In tile UU ul day Mill IrcmUes In tho sliudy nooks Or falls like rain from quit trlng trees The century morn so full of hope Ilan rounded out to perfect day And at II noun wo pano of rt I And glad recall the hopes and foam Tho toll and cure the triumphs von As I through the morn with earnest hunt And purpo high o braved su And plunted deep tile deeds that erist Will yield a bonnleous harvest while Time Itu If shall last I stand Upon tile 1I10llnIBIa ert allll flow With kindling the glorious past That like a scroll Is opened w tile o all may read the thrilling tale peoples ho fur eunclnluak To Had that liberty of life Without ulilch life were but a blank Marched forth to lands unknown I I sco Their ct himns through the struggling clawn 01 tills bright day I the nitdslro And niutron fray IIOMJ I trembling feet At m alktog close beldo the trem 1 1 hut marks I lie boundary of tho known I Mon In sturdy mnnliood prime lutrons fair and blushing maids Youth and lure the strong the fruit With eyes turned toward promised land real oil now falter when the nay o own hard and d infers dlri and near Lie lit I jols path I nay follows day Begrimed till toll torn by the lliorni Inooru and Henry oft times faint Oft n bowe with p 111 thy pniisu Sot but to gain new strength More rllKgod Oru s the way Now lutty pciiKi VV hose ho 1 iry heads lire white with snow Irom i dt u upon them as they stand Like barriers high vhkh none anl piss Undaunted Hill Mill on thy e com Nor heed thy hen Cold l clilllio winds Sweep or their path nor heed tho hlornt Jr lot there walks with them a Man Whoso eye hath Scott with vision clear The promised land to him the way Though hid frola mortal sight U plain To him tile Stroll of destiny Isopctied wide ami as he reads Ito ueM beyond llho It Igllng down or coming day the full orbed sun That soon shall Unlit the promised Had Ills fe glens with tho light of faith And grander prows his mien his eye hind Irs with prophetic Ai mrgog from the canyons deep In1 as the mornlnof this tiny li o clear and bright vlth joii he sees rorcivil out below the promised vale Hint ho In visions law and led 11 Is I People forth that they might rear Their altars till0 i With upraised hands In reverent tones ho KVO the praise To Him who holds us In his hand That pat all danger safe nt last I I Safe from the ptrlls of thc way Iolrlllll the erect hand ot mn That t nerved by liule was fain to strike nstltss heads to wring hot tears anctpliujeyes they all might rest Deep la I the hard unyti Idlng soil Ito 1 > rHsrd Ills tillt llcie will raises raise-s Temple here hall spring ACItyofouraodi tlierowiutes Shall blossom as tile rool there hills Look down on peaceful homes these Yale holl teent with Iffol the worlds oppresqd l blnill Und a rofuffe hero the down Of thU glad diy shall ever be A harbinger of Joy lu I noon Moth see our battlu grandly won And In the evruins of this day meet pence shall as a mantle fold My people In u hero they and theirs N hrc all the licitly ones of earth Call I et11 The sun until reached in ll00U Broad acres 101110 In verdure soft rlhl homes lie snugly In the v nleii The roe now bloolu here desert tonds Lay unite suit deeds the Temple rears Its polutod tocri tbrollh hennas dams Ilt fmblems of the pi erlois fallh That led 1 these lieopltslo cr the waslcv AIIIJ Barn theni Iogth to toll Bull walt The promlbed boon that now U I thtlri Hero pence abides hero lore and faith 110 hand In hand here HOHI enshrined grateful hearts holds regal > May Bern tome the weak anti bore oppressed I 01 every clinic for here they find A Balm In t Ullend ttrenirtli mail life A home allon till Jarth a place Whom mon to mail can bpenk still feel Fach mn Is but a Brother wl Iru Heartbeats to heart and hnnd lu hand l All meet thed illy toll of lire sloveno and rut In sweet content Long years hate passed since he who led ilia busts hall found sout t naoo rot Yet still In inenury Irunif and deep Ho llv v s In grateful lit arts hu life It malMt 00 every side Nero bulloejl Iou a Temple Ill tilnd Its wall hi finish held raqt by iove lu every ht and In lVvxhdq AtoloolustimppyllOomet mhcer A BrIvilLItne to 101M lire h thro nil oyo Ihat yt an plereo The years that murk tile century cloe b I there a hand so del to dim 1 tie glories of the closing day Wlooodan boall with ticinhllnj Unlit i hose noon Is I like n bcncon flro That icmlii Us grateful warmth nod light Oer all the MrM My words urn cold My 1 tongue 1 pnlled us In Nails I strive to say what nil must feel As un this day 01 Jllbllo Wo stand and vlcw tile wonQroll scemst The happy lion the stately riles Die spreading fields tile happy throngs That stand bubdued while memory holds All hearts In thrall here very eu h moistened with a grateful tear 1 ho outward I sign of fti lings deep he4joon of love and cute nnd hopl The Joy of work well done Is I yours Arid grateful thousand yet unborn Shall oil ant thy prulse while time endures Note The above meritorious production pro-duction it from the Pen of Horace r Braun of Chicago and was written for the Jubilee Prize Poem contest and sent to iron T G Merrill of this city for submission to the judges The poem however reached here too late and was ruled out Its author Is I well known throughout the West where for thirty years he has been engaged In mining In Montana he built and had charge of vast smelting works And Is l the Inventor patentee nnd beneficiary of some 0 f the most valuable mining I I i machinery In I tile country Ile In how engaged In the Installation of the mar ellous roasting furnace that Is I being put In Captain BeLamar Golden late property at llercur Mr lirown has written a good deal of Poetry for amusement and his productions cover a wide range of thought He reached Salt Like from Montana n week or so before the Jubilee and l hearing of tho prize poem contest decided to try his land He wrote his poem on the rain to Chicago and on July 2 < Hh mailed It to his friend Mr Merrill with the result toted Through the kindness of the latter the News Is J able to publish It at this time |
