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Show I PRrraEKHSSB. : i : 4- By EDWIN MARKHAM, Author of "The Man With the Hoe." -4 1 Z. i 1 ! I am in the Expectancy that runs: ' My fo?t are in the Future, whiiled afar On wings of light. If I have any sons, : Let them aritc and follow to my star. Some momentary torches of my fire Have v. armed the barren ages with a Lccim : There is no peak beyond my swift desire, ! 'there Is no beauty deeper than my j dienm. I I make an er.d of 1'fe's stupendous jest ! The merry waste of fortune by the -Few. : Whae i;;e thin faces of tho :oor are prefsel Agamst nie panes a hungry whirlwind I CI-.-V. 1 cun.c 10 lift the su!-d-sroyinjr wficht. To heal the hart, to end the' foolish loss. To take ih:- toiler from h:. brutnl fare The n iter ha::r.-; on. ir.e Labor e. i ....-s. I bring to Earth the feel of home again. 1 'Jl.at rien iuhv res.ie on h-.r warm, sti.l , breast; I brir.s to wronged, humiliated men The sacrf -J ri;i.t to labor and to rest, j I bring to men the tine idea! stuff ; The ovrg gocTs took to build the sphere I of old; j The lire 1 send on men is gieat enough 1 To burn the iron kingdoms into go;U. j I ho'.d the wav until the bright heavens 1 1; -1. i I Until the New Republic shall arise, j And quick young deities- again descend, j Bringing the sifts of God with joyous cms. I ! I lead the Graces and the Winged Posv-! Posv-! ers: 1 The world the Anarchs build I will de-j de-j ?t my, 1 For I will storm upon its demon-towers, . With wind of laughter and with rain of joy. j And at the first break of my Social Song A hush will fall upon the foolish strife, ! As though a joyous gcd, serene and ' strong. Shir.ee: suddenly before the stops of life. Cold hearts that falter ::ro my only bar; Hirocs that s-ek my evt r-fading goal Must take them reckoning fiom the cen-j cen-j tral star. ! Ai.vl follow the equator: I am Soul. My love is hic'ner than heavens where Taurus wheo',s. My love is- ut-eper than the pillared r kies:' I IJi.ii as that peak in Heaven where Milton Mil-ton kivetls, D.f p as that grave in Ilo'.l where Caesar lies. ! Siiil hope-for man: my star is on the I w a v 1 I Great Hugo saw it from his- prison isle; j It lit the mighty dream of Lamennais; It shook the cec-an tnur.t.ers of Carlisle. Wis: Greeley touched tlw star of my de-Great de-Great Lincoln knelt before my hidden tle.me-; It was from me they drew their sacred tire I am Religion by her deeper name. |