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Its balmy air from orange grove, Where in a dreamy trance we rove, Its prairies wild and cañons deep Where mammoth trees as watchmen keep For ages guard about the spot, Once seen, never to be forgot.
This land, this bright and happy land, With ocean girt from strand to strand, We call our home, wheree'er we rove, We thankful say -- " that land we love."
It has been asserted, next to the love of the Father of us all, the deepest, purest, grandest emotion the human heart is capable of experiencing is affec- tion for their native land. In all centuries and climes MRS. MARY L. GADDESS. this has been the incentive to deeds of daring, and has taught men to defy chains, dungeons and torture; has taken the agony from mar- tyrdoms, shed undying luster over many a battleground and placed a halo above many a weary brow. Thousands of names are deeply graven upon history's pages. Switzerland sings of her Tell till the mountains reverberate from their fastnesses.the remembered name; Scotland of a Wallace who bled, but left a memory which still lives in the hearts of his countrymen. America has her soul-stirring names, as every land beneath the sun; but there are myriads who will never be known till the great roll-call on the other side the river, who have worn no laurel wreath, and lie in nameless graves, who laid down their all for their country-and it is a land to be proud of.
With broad arms stretched from shore to shore, The proud Pacific chafes her strand; She hears the dark Atlantic roar, And nurtured on her ample breast How many a goodly prospect lies In nature's wildest grandeur drest, Enameled with her loveliest dies.
Mrs. Mary L. Gaddess is a native of Baltimore, Md. Her parents were, Oliver P. Merryman, of one of the oldest fam- ilies in the state, and her mother a talented English lady. She was educated at Baltimore Female College, and after leaving school took special lessons from the best teachers, giving particular attention to elocution. She has traveled extensively. She married Virginius Gaddess, of Baltimore. Mrs. Gaddess is a contributor to numerous periodicals, and is a successful lecturer on literary subjects. Her principal literary works are Cantatas, and " Woman of Yesterday and Today." Her lect- ures number twenty-five. In religious faith she is a Methodist by birth and education, but for years a communicant in the Protestant Episcopal Church, a member in good standing in both. She is a member of Grace M. E. Church, Baltimore, and the Ascension Protestant Episcopal of the same city. Her postoffice address is 821 North Arlington Avenue, Baltimore, Md.
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Rich prairies decked with flowers of gold, Like sunlit oceans roll afar; Broad lakes her azure heavens behold, Reflecting clear each trembling star; And mighty rivers, mountain born, Go sweeping onward, dark and deep, Through forest, where the bounding fawn Beneath their sheltering branches leap.
And cradled mid her clustering hills, Sweet vales in dreamlike beauty hide; Dear land, we truly love thee well; May happiness and peace abide; Thank God for giving us this home, This bounteous birthland of the free; Surely it was His hand that led The mariners across the sea.
In simplest language, then, I will tell the oft-told story of the finding, like a gem upon the bosom of the water, America, the land we love.
With piercing eye and vision clear He waited long in doubt and fear, Laughed, jeered at, both by friends and foes, Poor, burdened by a weight of woes, Yet still declared "across the sea Ile knew another land must be."
They pointed to the ocean dark, Told of its perils to their bark; And soon the caravels would be Engulfed beneath " that great black sea."
Then called him " mad, a dreamer wild,"
From common sense and ways beguiled.
From land to land he journeyed long, Repeating still the same old song, Till years had flown, and sad of heart He saw the hopes of youth depart.
Did he despair? Thank Heaven, no! After his wanderings to and fro He found a friend to hear his plea And listen to his " theory."
While wise men doubted or delayed, A woman's heart was not dismayed, But pledged her jewels to supply The means when others would deny.
Nothing of good was ever done, But at great cost was victory won; Long hours of toil and days of pain Succeed and fail, again, again.
Tis only he who will not yield To any foe who wins the field. The conquerer too often wears The martyr's chaplet unawares.
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'Twas even thus long years ago, Columbus feared not friend nor foe, But ever watched for "time and tide" To bear him to the other side. Fair India! was his destined goal- The one great hope of his great soul.
And when at last as ever, " Fate Will bring all things to those who wait," His dream came true, he murmured not O'er the past trials of his lot.
When skies were fair, one August day From old Palos he sailed away, With compass set, and ropes all taunt, (An argosy, with bright hopes fraught).
Days passed, with rudder broken, lost! By angry seas and tempests tossed, They anchored in Canaries Isle, And rested there a little while.
Then off, across the treacherous main, "Fearing they'd not see home again," This weary-hearted little band Set out to find the " Western land."
From sun to sun, for many days, The adverse winds blew different ways, The crew in mutiny declared
" That no one his wild visions shared."
Alone he stood, with lifted eye! And prayed for succor from on high! (Still raged the storm), while o'er the wave His cry went up, "Oh, hear and save!"
At length, when hope was almost dead, And every buoyant dream had fled, A light shone out across the sea- The promised land it proved to be. Four hundred years ago, 'tis true, This happened I relate to you;
Yet down the cycles of the years, That voyage made in hopes and fears, 'Mid dangerous seas, has proved to be The greatest one in history.
Columbus year we celebrate! What was it made the man so great? Others had dreamed as he had done, And yet no continent had won! All who will read his life may see The man's great faith and constancy!
Firm ever in his cause he stood And waited, knowing it was good. His way he trusted unto heaven, And the reward at last was given.
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To all the nations, near and far,
America, the guiding star, Has proved to be a light indeed To other lands in time of need. Her grain has fed their starving poor, And vessels carry from her shore Abundance! for this fruitful land Can scatter with a liberal hand.
God was the guide across the sca,
Or else a miracle 'twould be; Those tiny caravels at last Could anchor safe, all trials past.
Upon our shield we ever must
Inscribe our faith, "In God we trust."
As Bethlehem's babe was found afar,
By shepherds following a star; So by that light shed o'er the sea, (A little light 'twas said to be ), A wondrous land was opened wide To shed great light on every side! Today she stands both strong and free, God's people and God's country.
Many followed where Columbus had opened the way, among the number one who published an account of his voyage, describing the lands visited; and this being the first written account, and the name of Columbus not even mentioned, it was named after him, Am-a-rec-go-ves poot-chec.
It would tax your patience to repeat the story we have heard so often of expedi- tions sent out from the Old World one after the other. We can only faintly imagine the trials and sufferings of the pioneers, hard work the lot of all, forests to be cleared, buildings for shelter and defense erected, and ever at their side a treacherous foe cager to turn the plowshare into an implement of warfare. Poor, miserable cattle, inferior implements, food of the poorest kind and frequently not sufficient of it, multitudes of wants and no means to supply them. Yet the perseverance and intelligent industry of the people, combined with their inventive genius, constantly smoothed the way by devising means to produce greater results with diminution of manual labor. Thus by degrees forests were converted into flourishing farms, villages into towns, towns into cities, and as they grew their founders began to question the utility of connection with the mother country which had proved a hard task mistress. Duties increased until the burden grew intolerable, and in 1774 a congress of thirteen colonies con- vened in Philadelphia, declared they would no longer remain under the control of England, and established principles of liberty in the New World, and on July 4, 1776, Thomas Jefferson, of Virginia, wrote the Declaration of Independence, which stated: "We hold it self-evident that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." Then giving an account of the various reasons which had led up to that issue, closes with these words: "And for the support of this Declaration. with firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to cach other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor." Men starting out with such a platform could not fail; yet we know of the long years of strife that followed-wars within and without, mistakes many, failures and imperfections not a few. In many a campaign barefoot soldiers marked with blood the ground over which they marched. When the Revolution broke out there were nearly three millions of people in the col- onies, but the government of the states was held very loosely together, and it was not
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until some years after the peace that a strong one was formed. And notwithstanding the terrible record various wars have left on the pages of her history, from that time it has been steadfast, solid progress in things material and immaterial, business, morals and intellect, until today, one hundred and seventeen years after, she stands a power among nations. Waves of sadness and billows of gladness have rolled alternately over human hearts, while threatening storm clouds have lowered, but the bright bows of promise and hope ever gilded the horizon, eloquent and prophetic of the magnifi- cent future which has dawned already. Daniel Webster said with regard to it: " There is no poetry like the poetry of events, and all the prophecies of this land lay behind the fulfillment." We recall the parable of the grain of mustard seed, which is indeed the least of all seed, but it has become a tree so great the birds from all lands rest amid her sheltering branches, and her roots are deeply hidden in the century of strong, true hearts that open the ground, planted and nourished the seed. Their sons, honest, brave men, still safely stand with that same Declaration their bulwark and stay.
Well may we be proud of America, " the land we love," stretching from the blue Atlantic to the broad Pacific, from the Arctic to the Antarctic oceans. Snow-clad mountains towering three thousand feet above sea level, mighty cataracts, giant geysers, vast prairies, broad rivers flowing between fields heavy with golden grain.
And deep in the bowels of the hills Is coal and mineral wealth untold. New riches every year unfold As nature opens wide her gate That stood ajar so long, we wait Expectant, thankful, glad to say This is the land we love today.
Placid lakes that would bear on their bosoms the leviathans of the centuries, cities whose magnificence vies with those across the ocean, and sixty-five millions of people brave and true as ever God's sunshine smiled upon. On every sea her vessels float, and in every land her people are found. She is at peace with all the world, and plenty and prosperity and strength surround her.
To our great festival, this Columbian Jubilee, from all lands visitors have come to rejoice with us. Welcome, welcome, welcome, one and all! Without doubt each heart and voice will unite in the Nation's Hymn and say:
"Long may the land be bright With freedom's holy light, Protect her by thy might, Great God, her king!"
How wonderful the discovery he had made Columbus never knew, for he believed it to be a part of India. The gold he sought in large quantities he never found, yet the land teems with mineral wealth. It has filled the coffers of many nations, and when famine gaunt and grim stalked among less favored people we could throw open immense granaries, and blessings of plenty and abundance bestow cheerfully and gladly, for are we not all brothers? So lavish is Nature from the Western prairies and Southern cotton fields, her Northern pines and Eastern granite hills, we can gather the richest products and bid all to come and share our abundance, while her starry flag floats proudly above them as an emblem of that country, able and willing to protect the stranger within her gates. The pulse and pace of this land has been so marvelously quickened during the last century, time will not permit me to even men- tion the thousands of noble ideas that have enriched the world and startled it into wondering applause, while as a manufacturing people we have won first rank. All forces seem to be at our bidding and the nations wait in awe, whispering what next?
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nations touch. We recognize with heartfelt joy the pleasant amenities of this occasion. Looking around we fancy old-time fairy tales have come to be true. The stories of Arabian knights no longer a myth, for nothing could be more wonderful than this reality. In the distance we hear the beating pulsations of the heart of the great city, which phoenix-like rose from its own ashes to become the eighth wonder of the world. Only a year and a half ago this place about us was a wilderness. The White City now standing before us, more beautiful than artist's dream or poet's fancy could portray, rivaling in dazzling glory the tales we have read of Babylon of old, wonderful in conception, no less magnificent in execution, it stands a completed picture, worthy of the land and the century of progress it so nobly demonstrates.
In New York harbor stands the colossal statue of "Liberty Enlightening the World," the largest ever erected in modern times; its total height is three hundred and five feet eleven inches. It cost over a million francs, which were paid in France by popular subscription and presented to the United States. Many of us have seen it standing as guard over the city. Beyond that we need not devote time now to describe it, wonderful and elegant in detail, although so large in size. A fitting emblem at the gateway all must pass to enter this free and happy land, ours by inheritance, as they would desire to make it theirs by adoption. The years have taught us many lessons, and to one and all we would say: Leave behind you Old World superstitions and ideas of anarchy and confusion. Liberty can never here mean license. Let all learn what Columbus began to teach four hundred years ago-that indomitable perseverance and courage, with faith, in the right, will at last bring success; and no better motto can we give to each man, woman and child who visits America this Columbian year, than that we bear on our nation's coin, "In God we trust."
Then nation and people and land shall be blessed, Prosperity dwell with us ever a guest, Each century add to the stars in her brow, From thirteen they've grown up to forty-four now. So bright is their luster that over the wave They call us "the land of the true and the brave." Long, long may the red, white and blue testify: "America's honor was not born to dic." Proclaim far and near, from the lakes to the sea, This national birthday, July Fourth, '93; At peace with the world doth America stand, To welcome the world as it comes to our land. Then throw out your flags to the breeze, let it tell The tale of this country we all love so well: "The Star Spangled Banner, oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"
"Columbia the gem of the ocean has proved, And favored of God seems the land we love."
MRS. LILLIAN ROZELL MESSENGER.
COLUMBUS-OR " IT WAS MORNING."
By MRS. LILLIAN ROZELL MESSENGER. (Copyright, 1893, by Lillian Rozell Messenger.)
Fame's voice sublime, a magic siren song Sung to the youth about his sea-girt home.
The sea's wild grandeur early was first page. Earth turned to him. To him the firmament Was not blue space and blank, but handiwork Of the Invisible his soul had learn'd To love-beside his mother's earnest love- Beside her knee, as lights burn'd low at eve, And her sweet love made earth and heaven one.
When science taught him first, Columbus saw Through nature's silence all-God's mighty truth Reach'd to the clouds; and law and order His. The Pleiades, Arcturus and Leo,
Orion bold, and all that starry chase Would nightly woo his thought and wonder-flight; When truth and wisdom, from the deep-toned years Wearing the phantom veils of hope, lastly O'er-arch'd his world with highest majesty, And beauty inexpressible. In awe He dwelt upon old ocean's shifting page, 'Tween Venice and his sea-kiss'd land, full oft His father, mother, sail'd with gleaming prows When galleys splendid borne on sunset waves To this ocean queen, bride of War and Fame.
Throughout long years he oft intently thought Of one lov'd scene which burned in holy fire Upon his brain, a holy flame as 'twere, That lighted Mem'ry's altar, tower and dome; In depths of night, when on the solemn deep, Alone, his mother bent above his couch
To watch his slumber light, in sweet concern Of happy love, as storms march'd o'er the waves With lightning spears, and dark and thunder cloth'd: She, trembling in pathetic solitude Lest some hid terror seize his little life.
Mrs. Lillian Rozell Messenger is a daughter of Dr. F. O. Rozelle, and a native of Millersburg, Ky. She moved in early life to Arkasas, moving later to Washington, D. C., where she still resides. She married North A. Messenger, an editor of Tuscumbia, Ala., who died four years later. Mrs. Messenger's education was completed at Forest Hill Seminary, near Memphis. It was here her poetry first attracted public attention. Her principal works are "Fragments from an Old Inn," "The Vision of Gold," "Disappointment," "Importuning," "Halloween," "The Southern Cross," and "Columbus; or, It Was Morning," first read on July 4, before the Woman's Building Congresses of the Columbian Exposition. Mrs. Messenger is a dramatic reader, and has met with singular success in her own state and elsewhere. She delights in music and painting as recreations. Her postoffice address is No. 25 Lafayette Street, Washington, D. C.
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In sca-hunting his father bore him oft To distant waves, when galleys swiftly sped With high emprise, and splendors from the East. 'Twas then the boy heard marvels of strange lands, Saw stranger peoples and their curious wealth, Heard Wisdom speak from Persia and the Ind Of Eastern lore, and sages not a few.
Yet solitude, and isolation strange Had borne the lad. first, love of truth, the same That maketh man as gods, the love of sca, Whose stormy waves his first playfellows were; Deep love of nature, through whose veil he gazed On God's eternal truth and secret laws.
The father had quick wrath, so carnest hc Lest youth should fail; he oftener thrust the boy Unto the sea, and strange and cruel men, To lonesome lands, and thence to Venice proud. For thus he thought to harden this brave youth, Whose nobler soul and larger mind surpass'd By hundred years his puny world and age. Visions for him had thrown a golden scale Unto his gaze, wherein he saw his world Weigh'd strong in light, and error sink in cloud.
Musing, he said: this world is but the decp, And where, as in a cradle, truth, and love- Man's guardian spirits-rock this little life, Till muffled to sleep. Why should I pause, When faith and soul and nature call me hence, To turn that page which men have never seen, What is my body? What is every life But one fleet airship? He alone then takes Some guidance-plants my pole star-stilleth waves, And shows me once by His own light on them That nether world-all worlds my vision sees; Deep calleth unto deep, and I shall on!
Meanwhile Columbus' brain held surer thought And visions vast, that ray'd the beamy wings Of tireless faith with their undying light. To Isabella's larger heart and mind
He would unfold his scheme: I'll pierce this realm With my sword of truth, ay, England, and France, And Italy, unto the utmost sphere! The unknown deep hath won my youth, and well; It bore my love, Felipa, in soft folds, To mystic death, and now, God will, it shall Give me that virgin world men disbelieve.
Yon deep allures me on, and she, our queen, May light a path o'er undivided waves To newer Eden lands, henceforth her own. Such image looms before my waking soul, Columbus, meek and brave, his sovereigns sought; The king was kingliness, and Isabella
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Most queenly fair, and stately shown; her hair Of sunny waves just rippled o'er her brow So sadly pale, yet tinged with faintest flush Of proud delight, and dewy violet eyes, Mute melodies, or homes of lofty thoughts.
The queen spake: "Gold nor wealth hath now our realm To venture thee, most brave and noble one; But these, my jewels, seeming yet to hold The sunshine of my past, and years of joy, Or brave and daring hist'ries of my race, And memories too precious for one life- These shall command the way; a power within Nerveth my hands to lift that veil which hides Yon stars that burn in Truth's fair sky, and o'er Thy world unknown."
Columbus scarcely heard, For th' music of his hopes and her sweet voice And blessing prayers and thrilling faiths that grew, For it was morning now; and Error paled.
From evening lands, at morn, half hour ere rose The sun o'er Spain, he loos'd the falcon birds Of fate, of Heaven-born hope-his vessels three ---- And sail'd and sail'd, to one vast far Unknown.
Three days the Lord and Prince of Righteousness Entomb'd did close his eyes for sake of Death, For sake of Man; three days may mean more time --- Fullness of Fate-than twice three thousand years. Three vessels frail were yet to bear to men Earth's other half of life, unclaim'd, unknown.
It was morning when they sail'd; and sail'd away Three vessels brave from Spain, true land of love, Of wild romance, and song, where Beauty dream'd In Nature's arms, and beamed from woman's eye. Alhambra's splendid towers paled from sight, Like phantoms thro' a dream; the " Moor's Sigh " (That mount o'er which he pass'd to alien worlds) Rose distantly against the blue, with dreams Of glory 'cross its brow, solemn and grave As th' exil'd Moor's glance, when he in tears Forever bade Alhambra's halls farewell.
So beat Columbus' heart with hope insistent, Had silver clouds on those blue mountains clove The heavens then, with blue-white ships a-sail From hidden realms, an angel at each prow, Calling through golden trumpets, " Hail the day!" He had felt no surprise, but follow'd on.
Since man first left his Eden vales, his step Hath wander'd to the West, his morning land. The East but holds his life's embalmed past, The West, the glory of his dream-ideal. Soon trackless waves come tumbling out of space,
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Like oceans fresh from Chaos, on before The vessels three; when raged the deep and all Mad demons of the winds howl'd forth in glee, Columbus sent his prayer across the storm On wings of faith, and touch'd the realm of Peace- Deep call'd to deep, alluring him still on.
Last, brilliant birds, and musical, in throngs Flew near, fleet messengers of hope to him, On waste of waters, over which had flown No form or breath of spirit-life save his, Since morning stars first sang in golden choir --- The Maker's voice called forth, Let there be light. Sublime, he rose, to speak and cheer his crew; With lofty mein he bared his brow to Night, Brooding o'er boundless seas, and parted thus From deeps abysmal by the trembling ships; He fed their minds with hopes of richest Ind. And Faith's true bravery, when Silence wrapt Them and the world as in an endless tomb; While pleasant winds from starry head-lands bathed Their brows, and fled, the demons of despair. Lo! suddenly their deap calm broke in joy, And blissful shout of land. Now Night's thin veil Just hid from gaze a new and virgin world. While stars their golden shadows cast they watch'd, As Wonder, like a rainbow, clove the dark. Yet perfumed-laden winds bore them no tales Of flower'd homes, and Beauty's summer land. And it was morn, when rose their gorgeous world; As though the sun, more brilliant than when robed For common days, at midnight shone, and smote Mankind in awe; so to their wondering gaze The New World rose august in youth and bloom.
The epic grand Columbus gave to man, Look'd on the gladsome wave all beautiful, Crown'd by Heaven's smile, serene in Heaven's calm; Here, Death pass'd on, o'ercome by Beauty's gaze, Nor touch'd this Eden, throned on purple waves. October's golden haze, an autumn dream, Stole o'er the virgin woods and dreamy world.
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