Weekly Trinity Journal

The Song of the Type.
By SUSIE L. BOLAND.
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List to the Song of the Type:
Now breathing as soft and as light
As a sigh from the heart's first emotion.
Now swelling in grandeur and might
Like billows that roll on the ocean:
Far-reaching, eternal, its tones.
From the clime where the ice-mountains shine
Are borne over earth's ample zones
To the land of the myrtle and vine.
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List to the Song of the Type:
To the nations down-trodden, oppressed,
It speaks, like the voice of a God,
Of the wrongs of the people redressed:
Of king-craft hurled down to the sod:
Of the dawn of the on-coming day
When Right over Might shall prevail,
When sceptre and crown shall decay,
And the strength of the tyrant shall fail.
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List to the Song of the Type;
To him who is fated to roam
Alone on a far foreign strand.
How sweet are its tidings of home,
Its words from his dear native land.
The captives for liberty's sake,
Repining in dungeon and chain.
At its faintest-heard accents awake.
And gather new hope from its strain.
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List to the Song of the Type;
To the student at midnight alone,
Who pores over History's page,
It breathes in a mystical tone,
The wisdom of prophet and sage,
It invokes from the centuries flown.
The echoes of Deed and of thought,
Whatever of Science was known,
Whatever Philosophy taught.
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List to the Song of the Type;
The trumpet-toned voice of the press
With Justice and Mercy shall blend
Wherever there's Wrong to redress,
Wherever there's Right to defend.
The strong may contend for a name
Which the future shall wrest from their gripe:
That future shall yield them no fame,
Except through the click of the Type
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List to the Song of the Type;
The arch of the Press is the bow
Of promise to nations unborn:
Its lustre no dimness shall know.
O'er its beauty no cloud shall be borne;
Serene and majestic its span
Shall reach and encircle each shore.
A symbol and token to man.
That the deluge of darkness is o'er.