Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 150, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 June 1913 — POETRY WORTH RECEIVING [ARTICLE]
POETRY WORTH RECEIVING
[“Remember that tfaog|ln thy life time receivedst thy good? things and likewise Laaarus evil Ejfliiiii "1 Still he lingers, wherwf wealth and fashion Meet togther to rtlnii wElnr Ungers, a matter of'vi SHEW" nmpesaioo, Out In the darkness aoMsss the way; Out beyond the warmth apR the gutter. And the light wlfrno luxury's laughter rings, Lazarus waits, where Me wind is hitter, Receiving his evil things. I SttH you find him, when, breathless burning \ Summer flames upon ? square and street, When the fortunate ones to* the earth are turning Their, thoughts to udundowe sad meadow sweet; Far far away from the 4 wide green valley, And the bramble patch l ) where ths white throat slngfc Lazarus sweats in hls crowded; alley, Receiving his evil things. .. t And all the time from- a 1 thousand rostrums Wise men preach uponihtm and hls woes,. : *■ v ** Each with hls bundle of noi^ynostrums Torn to tatters ’twlxt aye&andnoes; Sage and Socialist, gush and* glamour, •Yet tittle relief their wisdom brings Far there’s nothing for hhnvaut of all the clamor, Nothing but evil things. 1 f Royal commissions, convictions, (Learnedly argue and write i and speak, But the happy issue of Ms afflictions •Lazarus waits for it week by week sell he seeks it today, tomorrow, In purposeless pavement wanderings, Or dreams, it, a huddled heap oi sorrow, Receiving hls evil things, ikid some will tell you of evolution With social science thereto; and some Ijpok forth to the parable's retribution When the lot Is changed in the Ufa to come, Dp the trumpet sound and the great awaking, To One with healing upon His wtagg Inr the house of the many mansions making An end of the evil things. fix the name of Knowledge, the race grows healthldr, In the name of Freedom the world grows great, And men are wiser, and men are wealthier, But—Lazarus lies at the rich man's gate; Ides as he lay through human history. Through fame of heroes and pomp of kings, At the rich man’s gate, an abiding mystery. Receiving his evil things.
