The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 31, 1899, Page 4

THE SUNDAY CALL. “Who hath said that I am dying, Bending to unveil the face - ~ Of my new-born babe now lying In the cradle of the race? “Who baltb said the sands are running From my starless, final night; That yy hand hath lost its cunning And mine eye forgot its sight ? “Not your bribes nor threats have won me, Weak and punpy m n. Beware! For the power of life is on me, : And its destiny laid bare. “I have called and empires trembled, . Throned and throttied queens and Kings: | Wrenched republics that dissembled And spread wide the eagle’s wings. | “l have gathered hosts to battle Held them, eager for the fray. | have swept them down like cattle And they dared not say me nay. “Though the warm old earth is glowing With my great deeds grandly done, ] Nobler harvests of my sowing 1 » 1 1 \8 \ g “ § " \“‘.‘ B WR Wait the morrow’s noonday sun. | 9§ ¢ { “l inspired the souls that love me, b Fed the strong and nerved the brave; Think ye now to gloat above me ? Think ye now to dig my grave ?” Vair)'are words of praise or.scorning, As the red lights cleave the sky ; Time, fl)z master, brings the morning, Lifts the babe and passeth by. .