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Title: "A poetical entertainer," The old schoolhouse and other poems and conceits in verse
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Denison, Thomas S. (Thomas Stewart), 1848-1911
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Publisher: Chicago, T. S. Denison
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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not the dinOf ragged columns battle tost; For fame enshrouds them on the field, And pierced, Virginia, is thy shield.But stars and barsShall drape thy scars; No cause is lost till honor yield.. OUR UNKNOWN HEROES. By Permission of Womans Home Companion. The soldier dies in battleAnd glory guards his name; Then twine one wreath of laurelFor heroes lost to fame. I02 POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. The soldier dies in battle; The engineer dies, too,Amid a wreck of iron. His courage just as true. He guides his flying monsterBy bridge and mountain side, Though death sit on the pilotTo share his last swift ride. In battle dies the soldier; Men write his name on high;Under the stone the miner, With none to hear his cry. The one in Gods bright sunshine,For glory yields his life; The other in the darknessFor children and for wife. And him who bends to labor,Through twoscore years and ten, Grave deep his name in marble.Let him be known of men. The warrior wins a guerdon;But fields of golden wheat
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Ami peace, the toiler s way. POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. io3 Redeem Gods lasting promiseThat all mankind shall eat. The soldiers trade is slaughter; And peace the toilers way;Whose then shall be the trophy Upon the judgment day? Carve all their names in marble, Our roll of honored dead—The soldiers for our country, The toilers for our bread. THE SLEUTHING OF THE TIGER. Since first the sons of women Have sought the forest shadeThe sleuthing of the tiger Has made their souls afraid;Forever, at the daybreak, His helpless quarry cries,And, waking with the morning, Is the fear that never dies. 104 POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. Men say of old he hunted For humbler, timid game;Slim-flanked and shod in velvet, To haunts of deer he came.But once in dreadful hour He tasted human blood;Now, dainty, sleuthing tiger, He trails a nobler brood. With age has grown his cunning; His robe once tawn is white;The sleuthing of the tiger No more is done by night.This tyrant of the forest Would fain to men

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