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And out in the cold stood all my followers: Young idealists, broken warriors Hobbling on one crutch of hope-- Souls that staked their all on the truth, Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding, Watching the Devil kick the Millennium Over the Golden Mountain.
Peleg Poague
HORSES and men are just alike.
There was my stallion, Billy Lee, Black as a cat and trim as a deer, With an eye of fire, keen to start, And he could hit the fastest speed Of any racer around Spoon River.
But just as you'd think he couldn't lose, With his lead of fifty yards or more, He'd rear himself and throw the rider, And fall back over, tangled up, Completely gone to pieces.
You see he was a perfect fraud: He couldn't win, he couldn't work, He was too light to haul or plow with, And no one wanted colts from him.
And when I tried to drive him--well, He ran away and killed me.
Jeduthan Hawley
THERE would be a knock at the door And I would arise at midnight and go to the shop, Where belated travelers would hear me hammering Sepulchral boards and tacking satin.
And often I wondered who would go with me To the distant land, our names the theme For talk, in the same week, for I've observed Two always go together.
Chase Henry was paired with Edith Conant; And Jonathan Somers with Willie Metcalf; And Editor Hamblin with Francis Turner, When he prayed to live longer than Editor Whedon, And Thomas Rhodes with widow McFarlane; And Emily Sparks with Barry Holden; And Oscar Hummel with Davis Matlock; And Editor Whedon with Fiddler Jones; And Faith Matheny with Dorcas Gustine.
And I, the solemnest man in town, Stepped off with Daisy Fraser.
Abel Melveny
I BOUGHT every kind of machine that's known-- Grinders, sh.e.l.lers, planters, mowers, Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers-- And all of them stood in the rain and sun, Getting rusted, warped and battered, For I had no sheds to store them in, And no use for most of them.
And toward the last, when I thought it over, There by my window, growing clearer About myself, as my pulse slowed down, And looked at one of the mills I bought-- Which I didn't have the slightest need of, As things turned out, and I never ran-- A fine machine, once brightly varnished, And eager to do its work, Now with its paint washed off-- I saw myself as a good machine That Life had never used.
Oaks Tutt
MY mother was for woman's rights And my father was the rich miller at London Mills.
I dreamed of the wrongs of the world and wanted to right them.
When my father died, I set out to see peoples and countries In order to learn how to reform the world.
I traveled through many lands. I saw the ruins of Rome And the ruins of Athens, And the ruins of Thebes.
And I sat by moonlight amid the necropolis of Memphis.
There I was caught up by wings of flame, And a voice from heaven said to me: "Injustice, Untruth destroyed them.
Go forth Preach Justice! Preach Truth!"
And I hastened back to Spoon River To say farewell to my mother before beginning my work.
They all saw a strange light in my eye.
And by and by, when I talked, they discovered What had come in my mind.
Then Jonathan Swift Somers challenged me to debate The subject, (I taking the negative): "Pontius Pilate, the Greatest Philosopher of the World."
And he won the debate by saying at last, "Before you reform the world, Mr. Tutt Please answer the question of Pontius Pilate: "What is Truth?"
Elliott Hawkins
I LOOKED like Abraham Lincoln.
I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship, But standing for the rights of property and for order.
A regular church attendant, Sometimes appearing in your town meetings to warn you Against the evils of discontent and envy And to denounce those who tried to destroy the Union, And to point to the peril of the Knights of Labor.
My success and my example are inevitable influences In your young men and in generations to come, In spite of attacks of newspapers like the Clarion; A regular visitor at Springfield When the Legislature was in session To prevent raids upon the railroads And the men building up the state.
Trusted by them and by you, Spoon River, equally In spite of the whispers that I was a lobbyist.
Moving quietly through the world, rich and courted.
Dying at last, of course, but lying here Under a stone with an open book carved upon it And the words "Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
And now, you world-savers, who reaped nothing in life And in death have neither stones nor epitaphs, How do you like your silence from mouths stopped With the dust of my triumphant career?
Enoch Dunlap
How many times, during the twenty years I was your leader, friends of Spoon River, Did you neglect the convention and caucus, And leave the burden on my hands Of guarding and saving the people's cause?-- Sometimes because you were ill; Or your grandmother was ill; Or you drank too much and fell asleep; Or else you said: "He is our leader, All will be well; he fights for us; We have nothing to do but follow."
But oh, how you cursed me when I fell, And cursed me, saying I had betrayed you, In leaving the caucus room for a moment, When the people's enemies, there a.s.sembled, Waited and watched for a chance to destroy The Sacred Rights of the People.
You common rabble! I left the caucus To go to the urinal.
Ida Frickey
NOTHING in life is alien to you: I was a penniless girl from Summum Who stepped from the morning train in Spoon River.
All the houses stood before me with closed doors And drawn shades--l was barred out; I had no place or part in any of them.
And I walked past the old McNeely mansion, A castle of stone 'mid walks and gardens With workmen about the place on guard And the County and State upholding it For its lordly owner, full of pride.
I was so hungry I had a vision: I saw a giant pair of scissors Dip from the sky, like the beam of a dredge, And cut the house in two like a curtain.
But at the "Commercial" I saw a man Who winked at me as I asked for work-- It was Wash McNeely's son.
He proved the link in the chain of t.i.tle To half my ownership of the mansion, Through a breach of promise suit--the scissors.
So, you see, the house, from the day I was born, Was only waiting for me.
Seth Compton
WHEN I died, the circulating library Which I built up for Spoon River, And managed for the good of inquiring minds, Was sold at auction on the public square, As if to destroy the last vestige Of my memory and influence.
For those of you who could not see the virtue Of knowing Volney's "Ruins" as well as Butler's "a.n.a.logy"
And "Faust" as well as "Evangeline,"
Were really the power in the village, And often you asked me "What is the use of knowing the evil in the world?"
I am out of your way now, Spoon River, Choose your own good and call it good.
For I could never make you see That no one knows what is good Who knows not what is evil; And no one knows what is true Who knows not what is false.
Felix Schmidt
IT was only a little house of two rooms-- Almost like a child's play-house-- With scarce five acres of ground around it; And I had so many children to feed And school and clothe, and a wife who was sick From bearing children.
One day lawyer Whitney came along And proved to me that Christian Dallman, Who owned three thousand acres of land, Had bought the eighty that adjoined me In eighteen hundred and seventy-one For eleven dollars, at a sale for taxes, While my father lay in his mortal illness.
So the quarrel arose and I went to law.
But when we came to the proof, A survey of the land showed clear as day That Dallman's tax deed covered my ground And my little house of two rooms.
It served me right for stirring him up.
I lost my case and lost my place.
I left the court room and went to work As Christian Dallman's tenant.