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Show A SPARTAN. (By Ernest McGaffey.) Unmoved he sees the years go by, The seasons flash and fade; Old comrades pass, old memories die, Himself still unafraid. He knows the irony of Death Is but a jest of Fate; And his the task, with even breath, 1 To steadfast watch and wait. i Power and spoil, he heeds them not, Ambition's voice, nor Fame's; He knows the sands of centuries blot Lost records of great names. For him the bitterest winds that blow Shall only make him strong; He finds in rain and hail and snow The solace of a song. The iron tongues of bells may toll Dirges or wedding chime; He bides in peace, with stoic soul, Himself the peer of Tim. Content, whate'er shall cross his ways; Happy, if Fortune send Out from the wrecks of nights and days One woman, and a friend. St. Louis Mirror. |
