The Muse of Brotherhood.

BY EDWIN MARKHAM.

I am in the Expectancy that runs:
My feet are in the Future

On wings of light. If I have any sons,
Let them arise and follow to my star.
Some momentary touches of my fire

Have warmed the barren aged with a beam:
There is no peak beyond my swift desire,
There is no beauty deeper than my dream.
I make an end of life's stupendous jest-
The merry wastes of fortunes by the Few,
While the thin faces of the poor are pressed
Against the panes -a hungry whirlwind crew.
I come to lift the soul-destroying weight,
To heal the hurt, to end the foolish io88,
To take the toiler from his brutal fate-
The toiler hanging on the Labor-Cross.

I bring to Earth the feel of home again,

That men may nestle on her warm, still breast;
I bring to wronged, humiliated men

The sacred right to labor and to rest.

I bring to men the fine ideal stuff

The young gods took to build the spheres of old;
The fire I send on men is great enough

To burn the iron kingdoms into gold.

I hold the way until the bright heavens bend -
Until the New Republic shall arise,
And quick young deities again descend,

Bringing the gifts of God with jealous cries.
I lead the Graces and the Winged Powers;
The world the Anarchs build I will destroy,
For I will storm upon its demon towers,

With wind of laughter and with rain of joy.
And at the first break of my Social Song
A hush will fall upon the foolish strife,
As though a joyous god, serene and strong,
Shined suddenly before the steps of life.
Cold hearts that falter are my only bar;
Heroes that seek my ever-fading goal

Must take their reckoning from the central star.

And follow the equator: I am Soul.

My love is higher than the heavens where Taurus wheels,

My love is deeper than the pillared skies;

High as the peak in Heaven where Milton kneels,

Deep as that grave in Hell where Ceasar lies.

Still hope for man; my star is on the way!
Great Hugo saw it from his prison isle;

It lit the mighty dream of Lamennais;

it shook the ocean thunders of Carlyle.
Wise Greeley touched the star of my desire,
Great Lincoln knelt before my hidden flame:
It was from me they drew their sacred fire-

I am Religion by her deeper name. — - Saturday Evening Post. Phila.

"There is nothing more difficult to find than one's own self." "He who thoroughly knows his own self, knows everytning."

Polonius to His Son Laertes.

"There - my blessing with you:

And these few precepts in my memory,
Look thou character, give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportion'd thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
The friend thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new hatch'd unfledg'd comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel: but being in

Bear it that the opposer may be aware of thee.
Give every man thy ear but few thy voice;

Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;

For the apparel oft proclaims a man ;

And they in France of the best rank and station
Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,

For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all-To thy ownself be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man."

THE REVELATION OF S. IOHN THE DIVINE-Translated out of the original Greek: and with the former translations diligently compared and now newly revised by the guidance of the Spirit for the coming age, by a minister of the new dispensation. "Blessed are they who read, and they that hear the words of this Prophesy." Issued by the Order of At one-ment. Revelation of S. Iohn, revised by the same spirit who inspires all seers and scriptures of God. This little book of forty pages is beautifully printed and the notes are full of occult matter. The title-page in color contains a symbol of profound meaning and the tone of the revision is strongly humanitarian, so much so that the voice of Anna Kingsford has been recognized in it. (The book of Genesis on the same line is shortly to appear by the same editor.) Sent, post free, 15 cents, by I. G. Ouseley, Secretary of the O. A., 3 Evelyn Terrace, Brighton, England.

A Prophetic Poem Verified.

It is an interesting study to look through the volumes of the ancient masters of rhyme and note the number of prophecies that have since been verified. In looking through an old volume of poems some ten years ago, we found one by Timothy Dwight, which must have been written about the close of the period of the revolutionary war, the author having been born in 1752, and died in 1817. The poem is entitled "Mission of America." Its prophetic nature so impressed us that we copied it in our scrap hook. Great must have beer. Timothy Dwight's prophetic vision to have foreseen that those thirteen little colonies would extend with the "Main and dissolve with the skies." Not only this, but all the prophecies in the poem are today being rapidly fulfilled, even though the pictured be marred at times by political corruption. We give a portion of the poem :

To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire;
Whelm nations in blood and wrap cities in fire;
Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend,
And triumph pursue them and glory attain.
A world is thy realm, for a world be thy laws,
Enlarged as thine empire and just as thy cause.
On Freedom's broad basis that empire shall rise,
Extend with the main and dissolve with the skies.

Fair Science her gates to thy sons shall unbar,
And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star.
New bards and new sages unrivalled shall soar
To fame unextinguished when time is no more.
To thee, the last refuge of virtue designed,
Shall fly from all nations the best of mankind;
Here, grateful to heaven, with transport shall bring
Their incense more fragrant than the odors of spring.

Thy fleets to all nations thy power shall display,
The nations admire and the ocean obey;
Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold,

And the East and the South yield their spices and gold.
As the day-spring unbounded thy splendor shall flow,
And the earth's ittle kingdoms before thee shall bow,
While the ensigns of union, in triumph unfurled,
Hush the tumult of war and give peace to the world.

Thus, as down a long valley, with cedars o'erspread,
From war's dread confusion I pensively strayed-
The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired;
The winds ceased to murmur, the thunders expired;
Perfumes, as of Eden, flow sweetly along,
And a voice, as of angels, enchantingly sung:-
"Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,

The queen of the world and the child of the skies."

The last verse describes the celestial vision in which the prophecies were revealed, and the war referred to as then in progress was either that of 1776 or 1812.-Harbinger of Dawn.

An 18th Century's Poet's Vision.

About the close of the Spanish-American war the following was clipped from the Progressive Thinker as an interesting fragment of history and published in the Harbinger of Dawn from which latter we reprint it.

Joel Barlow, America's first great poet, author of the "Vision of Columbus," published in 1787, subsequently merged into the "Columbiad," in book IX, of the first and subscription edition, now the property of this writer, a very scarce publication, in concluding the vision, and grasping universal humanity, he seemed to contemplate the present, and glorious future now dawning on the earth. We copy from p. 241 :

"High in the North, and toward the Southern skies,
New isles and nations greet the roving eyes;
Till each remotest realm, by friendship joined,
Links in the chain that binds all human kind.
The Unioned banners rise at last unfurled,

And waves triumphant round the accordant world."

And on p. 245, we find the following:

"Where Asia's isles and utmost shores extend,
Like rising suns the sheeted masts ascend,
And join with peaceful toil the friendly train,
No more to combat on the liquid plain,
In distant glory, where the watery way
Spreads the blue borders of descending day.
The flowing flags unfold, in lengthened sweep.
Pride of the world and daughters of the deep."

Columbia asked his celestial guides "To lift those scenes that ages told in night," and received for answer :

"Nor Heaven permits, nor Angels can display

The unborn glories of that blissful day."

And yet he was told the time will come when the unseen powers will

"Bid the last breath of dire contention cease,
And bind all legions to the leagues of peace,
Bid on great empire, with extensive sway,
Spread with the sun and bound the walks of day,
One centered system, one all-ruling soul,

Live through the parts and regulate the whole."

The complete harmony now existing between the two great 'Anglo-Saxon nations, whose language, literature, laws, customs, and governmental policy are almost identical, seem destined to dominate the globe, and realize the Vision of Columbus.

Magic Figures for Discovering One's Age.

There is a great deal of amusement in the following magic table of figures. Pass to a young lady and request her to tell you in which column or columns her age is contained, and then add together the figures at the top of the columns in which her age is found, and you have the great secret. Thus, suppose her age to be 25, which is found in the 1st, 4th, and 5th columns; 1, 8, and 16 added equal 25.

1st.

1357

456

13

14

14

14

22

38