Ay, better storm and famine and the arrow from the thicket, Along the trail to wider lands that glimmered out beyond. Pioneers, pioneers, the quicksands where you wallowed, The rocky hills and thirsty plains-they hardly won your heed. You snatched the thorny chance, broke the trail that others followed For sheer joy, for dear joy of marching in the lead. Your wagon track is laid with steel; your tired dust is sleeping. Your spirit stalks the valleys where a restive nation teems. Your soul has never left them in their sowing, in their reaping. The children of the outward trail, their eyes are full of dreams. Pioneers, pioneers, your children will not reckon The dangers on the dusky ways no man has ever gone. They look beyond the sunset where the better countries beckon, With old faith, with bold faith to find a wider dawn. Reprinted by permission of the author and Charles Scribner's Sons. Copyright, 1919, by Charles Scribner's Sons. Lincoln, the Man of the People Edwin Markham For biographical note concerning Edwin Markham, see "The Man With the Hoe," page 103. This selection is more oratorical than lyric. It should be delivered directly to the audience with sincerity and power. A superb effect can be secured by a proper rendering of the words "lonesome place" in the last line. WHEN the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour She left the Heaven of Heroes and came down The color of the ground was in him, the red earth; The smack and tang of elemental things: The rectitude and patience of the cliff; The good-will of the rain that loves all leaves; The pity of the snow that hides all scars; That gives as freely to the shrinking flower Sprung from the West, He drank the valorous youth of a new world. Up from log cabin to the Capitol ; One fire was on his spirit, one resolve— So came the Captain with the mighty heart; Held on through blame and faltered not at praise. Theodore Roosevelt Leon Huhner Leon Huhner is a busy attorney in New York City, yet his patriotic ardor compels him to take time now and then to voice in verse his love for his country and its great men, In the following poem an eloquent and deserved tribute is paid to an outstanding American. Slow rate and large volume are required to voice effectively this eulogy. GIGANTIC figure of a mighty age! How shall I chant the tribute of thy praise, And yet in all there was a single aim— To fight for truth with sword and tongue and pen! In wilderness, as in the halls of fame, Thy courage made thee master over men. Like some great magnet, that from distant poles Reprinted by permission of the author. The West Douglas Malloch Douglas Malloch was born in Muskegon, Mich, May 5, 1877. He began working in Detroit as newspaper reporter, and after some years was made editor. He has written some prose and a great deal of verse relating to the forest and lumber camps, and contributes to the leading magazines. A world-wide vision is necessary for a correct interpretation of this poem. Note that the for in the second line means because, and is not the same in meaning as the for in the first line. Care will be needed in determining the antecedent of they in first line of the second stanza. MEN look to the East for the dawning things, for the light of a rising sun, But they look to the West, to the crimson West, for the things that are done, are done. The eastward sun is a new-made hope from the dark of the night distilled; But the westward sun is a sunset sun, is the sun of a hope fulfilled! So out of the East they have always come, the cradle that saw the birth Of all the heart-warm hopes of man and all of the hopes of earth For out of the East arose a Christ and out of the East has gleamed The dearest dream and the clearest dream that ever a prophet dreamed. And into the waiting West they go with the dreamIchild of the East, |