The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 1, 1900, Page 1

/ ,\\,“:(;R'\' ¢ My The '!’ OF THE .1 \ “1\ §@veflhfifl\\M®mxfifln \ 1 N | |!'“\f\ & 0\ e e o / SECTISA. 7 iy Doth Uerus mate wirh Mars and aim the belts of Thor? £ 3 % ° Wbat wraugling powers of ‘soul and sense have wantonly o L3 combined Y év bat clamor dotb besiege the inner and the ouser gares ? f—;& Who shouteth “ Peace s and ssirreth ail the eartp g Wore > Dware ¥ baib Saturn joined the Frcher for fhe spolis of . petty states, T To bi¢ the Tord repent that be bath made mankind » Sxuch dig : N These are and ware befere; vet what bave they to do with thee } That thou shodidst ciasp them in caressing or destroving arms? ol keep thy fight ashine till they shall call across the sea! Thou bast 1o sons the barrer Tor the vlaque of war’s alarms, of beiching cannon aud such startling blare of drums, SHeh mean, dwarfed echoes as profane this dav of days, Fire chiidish, are uiworthy of thy destiny tnat comes Laden with qifts. and. at the parting of fhe ways, Awaits thy Tulf deserving, Long hast thou been set on high . Or thas more deadly, slow, malarial moral faint that creeps A stamat to the mations. Lift thy light agaiust the sky! Lnchecked along ihe iower levels where its victim sleeps. §ar 10 the east, across the ocean, lie the crowded lands Whose genins ang whose poverty compelled thy birth, fire whiie fhou wers an infaut bound in swaddling bands They thought 1o drain thy veins to Teed thelr work-out carth ; But icaring, wondering, drew back. A miracl!”’ thev cried; The infani, standing 1all and strong, Tlung them as drifs aside. Far west, beyond another ocean, 1ay more crowded lands 01 worn-out empires, throngs with leprosy of soul, (hands {Wibose brain scarce sent the sluggish impuise to their siender Wio mulriptied from habii 1o a buge and sodden whoie They love thee not, for mature set their ways and thine apari: Byt whew the worid fs thriliing with the prayers of souls in Broihers in spirit and in purpose, stricken to the bears, [necd, Shut in bu circiing bosts, dost thow not hear them plead ? Ari thow the Tord’s Anointed but in name? Doth justice wait, LUnblinded and alert. upon financiai love and hate? s T ———— 9 Spirit of the martured vast, draw near 1o us this day! O Fingel of the future, beed our cry to thee! 3 Soul of all that is, belp us that are so prone 10 slay, $o loth to srove that ““ali men are created free!” Fieip s, but not 1o battle with this war-god on bis throne ; Felp us 10 leave him ihere, Torgotten, nerneless and alone! T Chat beld at bay still others, smaller, greates, et akin, WWith gleaming bints of what they may be or they once have been. poser BY MISS FRANCES GRAHAM . OF THE TIvoLl..-