Show HALF CENTURY JUBILEE HORACE F BROWN A century rich in work well done hath reached its noon the dawn yet lingers in the eastern sky the dews of early morn like pearls that glisten in the light of dy day still trembles in the shady n nooks 0 5 or falls like rain from quivering trees the cent morn so full of hope has rounded out to perfect day and at its noon noo n we pause for rest and glad re recall a I 1 I 1 the hopes and fears fe ars the toil and care the triumphs won As through the morn with earnest hearts and purpose high we braved the storm and planted deep the seeds that erst will yield a bounteous harvest while time itself shall last I 1 stand upon the mountain crest and view with kind kindling I 1 ing eye the glo glorious rigus past that like a scroll is opened wide so all may read the thrilling tale of peoples who for conci conscience con clence ence sake to find that liberty of life without which life were but a blank marched forth to lands unknown I 1 see their columns through the struggling dawn of this bright day the aged sire and matron gray whose trembling feet are walking close beside the stream that marks the boundary of the known men in sturdy man hoods prime matrons matrona fair and blushing maids matas youth and age the strong the frail with e yes eyes turned toward the promised land press on now falter when the wa way grows hard and dangers dire annear and near lie in their path day follows day Be grimed with toll toil torn by the thorns footsore and weary oft times faint often bowed with pain the they y pause ause not but to gain new strength re mgt h more ore rugged grows the way no now lo 10 lofty f t peaks eaks whose hoary heads are e w white 1 r 0 with snow from down upon them as they stand stan like barriers high which none can pass undaunted still still on they come nor noi heed they when cold chilling i winds sweep oer their path nor heed the storms for lo 10 there walks walk with them a man whose eye hath seen with vision clear the promised land to him the wa way though hid from mortal sight is p plain to him the scroll of destiny Is 0 opened pene d wide and as he reads he be sees beyond the struggling dawn of coming day the full orbed sun that soon shall light the promised land his face glows with the light of faith and grander grows his mien his eye kindles with prophetic fire As merging from the canyons deep just as the morning of this day broke clear and bright with joy he sees spread out below the promised promise ct vale that he in visions saw and led his pe people le forth that they might rear 2 their a altars attars tars there with upraised hands in reverent tones he be gave the praise to him who holds us in his hand that past all dan danger er safe at last sate safe from the perl perils 11 a of the way sate safe from the cruel hand of man that nerved by hate was fain to strike defenseless heads to wring hot tears prom from weeping eyes they all might rest deep in the hard unyielding yielding nn soil he pressed his staff here will I 1 raise zions temple here shall spring A city of our god there wastes shall blossom as the rose there hills bills look down on peaceful homes these vales shall teem with life the worlds oppressed shall find a refuge here the dawn of this glad day shall ever be A harbinger of joy its noon shall see our battle grandly won and in the evening of this day sweet peace shall as a mantle fold M my people in where they and theirs where ure all the weary ones of earth earthy can carrest rest n f mor B hie rhesa sv ITs no on broad acres shine in verdure soft bright homes lie snugly in the vales the rose now blooms where desert sands lay white and dead the temple rears its pointed towers through heavens dome I 1 pit fit emblems of the peerless faith that led these peoples peoples oer the waste and gave them strength to toil and wait the promised boon that now is theirs here peace abides here love and faith go hand in n hand here hope enshrined in grateful hearts holds regal sway here come the weak and sore oppressed of every clime for here they find A balm in gilead strength and life A home a heaven on earth a place where man to man can spead speak and feel each man is but a brother where heart beats to heart and hand in hand all meet the daily toil of life serene and rest in sweet content lo 10 long Z years have passed dined he who led his hosts hath found sweet natures rest yet still in memory strong and deep he lives in grateful hearts his life Is manifest on every side aide here he a temple grand its walls his faith held fast by love bove in every heart and in its shade are loving happy happ homes that bear ahl A living witness to his life Is there an eye that yet can pierce the years that mark the cent close Is there a hand band so deft to dim the glories of the closing day whose dawn began be an with trembling light whose noon is like a beacon fire that sends its grateful warmth and light oer all the world my words are cold my tongue is palsied as in vain I 1 strive all must feel As on this day of jubilee we stand and and view the wondrous scene the happy homes the stately piles the spreading fields f the haag happy throngs that stand subdued while me memory en ory ho holds ids all hearts in thrall where every eye Is moistened with a grateful tear the outward sign of feelings de deep RuT tope the boon of love and peace and hope the joy of work well done is yours and grateful thousands yet unborn shall chant thy praise while time endures note the above meritorious production is from the pen of horace V F brown of chicago and was written writ tex tor for the jubilee prize poem contestant contest an sent to hon T G merrill of this city tor for submission to the judges the poem however reached here top late and was ruled out its author IS weh aeu known throughout the west where tot for thirty years he has been engaged tn in mining in montana he built and had charge of vast smelting smelling sm elting works and i IN the inventor patentee and beneficiary of some of the most valuable mining machinery in the country he Is now engaged in the installation of the mar bellous roasting furnace that to is being put in captain De Lamars golden gate property at mercur mr brown has written a good deal of poetry tor amusement and his productions cover coer 9 a wide range of thought he reached salt lake from montana a week or so before the jubilee and hearing of the prize poem contest decided to try bl hand he wrote his poem on the train to chicago and on july mailed it to his friend mr merrill with the result stated through the kindness of the latter the news i 10 able to publish it at this time |