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Show THE NEW WORLD TO THE OLD. i 'Read at the Annual Banquet of the' State Medical Association. By Dr. A. & Condon.) The Standard has been requested to reprint the following poem: Ho spake and said: "Let there be light," ibid, lo, the waiting dawn appeared, r'; And rolled the Stygian veil away; . .'V ' . Then fair aisles lifted into sight, - " ' And-solemn mountain-crests upreared, I-And I-And golden sunshine crowned the day. v, ' i Again He spake: "Let there be man, . A sceptered being great as good, Kzr," The Master glory of My hand;" v , , -', . And forth from this stupendous plan v '- Sprung a great common brotherhood, ' ; ' ';" ' ' "Whose swarming millions filled the land. - -. :. ,Btit Sin and Wrong o'ermatc'hed the Right, - ; ' ' And hearts grew hard, and sin bore sway, ' 'Till heaven rued that man was made; . .. i. ; What wonder superstition's night Overshadowed Faith's supernal day, ' In this chaotic retrograde 1 ' But Conscience, oftimes safe to guide,. Bade Hope look up, and Faith be strong, . . 1 And- trust the sword that Justice wields. Not always victory crowned one side, - ! ' ., For Riglit failed often as the Wrong, And earth swam under crimson fields. , 't Still rode the East the round red sun, And men were born, and with them grew'.,' Dogmatic fads of every kind; ' . ,'Jt , But higher thought had now begun To break bid idols for a new . ' v. - , Diversion for the human mind. ' . .'' ' ' Hard by old Plymouth's storied shore, . - But hid from those who gathered there, . J Dawned for mankind a better day; : v ' A ship, impatient of the lagging hour, Unfurled her canvas to the air, '' And, tlje brave Mayflower sailed away! ; rj. Wet eyes looked back to Albion's shore That crept away till land was lost. ' And the great sea and slry were one; But on, still on, the good ship bore, O'crwhelmed by Doubt, on high waves tossed, , ' 1 . -TiU the long, 'heart-sick, voyage was done. The torn and weary sails were furled, ,-Where ,-Where bosky headlands met the sea, To welcome exils to this sod ; ' ' Before them lay a plastic world, . . , Whose vast expanse should one day be ' . O'erspreacl with shrines to Freedom's God.''-. . They planted, and we reap for them The harvest of their patient years, ( . Their 'hard, but consecrated toil; -V ' From their hot fires our starry gem, ' Our triumphs from their wretched tears, ', And ours their faith in quickened soil.' From those good men our fathers grew , , These splendid states, but made them one,,;' - - V '-h purposes divinely given; . v'-' v'-' ;Pjiu standard's glorious field of blue,1 " ' ;' ''-v Spanglqd from midnight's glittering zone,,"'.'a"t" ' ' 'Is' sifted diamond-dust from heaven! We dwellers in the mountain dells, And by the wild and flashing streams, Are co-partakers of that trust! i. V"' We know their anthem when it swellsi . '.rfr'-V'- - hvlr fearless eagle when he earns, .' 1 ; And'bcar their yoke, and deem it just. '' ' ' ' ;. Now wc are grown, and in our might We feel our veins glow with the flood ' Of virile life that makes us men ; )' We dare contend for what is right, ' i: . : Though fields run red with human blood, " ; j- ' '", And lives be whelmed in endless night. , " . : ' ' . The cry of anguish fills the air, KA '''. Bourne from .the East on. every breeze ' ' , From broken hearts, by brutal hand That heeds not tears nor Mercy's prayer. ; For their dull ears arc deaf to these, Nor do they feel, or understand. ' With vestments torn, disheveled hair, I ; Our mother, England, unafraid, '? Still bears her royal standard high; -" 1 ' And France, our sister is despair, ' The faithful friend, the loyal aid, There by her side is ever nigh. , ' They turn their faces blanched with pain, , To us, the stalwarts of the West, "'' . And beg in God's great name for help '.. i ' j : To break for them the tyrant's chain, "'; ' . And draw the fangsof a mad beast, T ;. And crush for aye her pervert whelp. , ",AYo hear their cry, and answer back, ; . . "We'll come to you, be not afraid, ' ' '"' Our dauntless sons ere on tho '.ly!" " ; ' And-millions pour along the 1rack, .;';. That, leads unceamg to their aid, And bursts o'er ihem a brighter day. k ' ' , The flag they bear was never furled "; In front of focman's lifted blade, But glories in the battlg's din 1 We feel their hurt, the insults hurled, And serried ranks in this crusade, Have sworn to perish or to win. |