Bob Taylor's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 1, April 1905Various
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Bob Taylor's Magazine, Vol. I, No. 1, April 1905
Various
Agriculture -- Southern States -- Periodicals; Southern States -- Periodicals
And the work has already begun to tell to a degree that can even now be
measured. In the last score of years Virginia has reduced its ratio of
white illiteracy by 7 per cent, Georgia and Mississippi by 8, Kentucky
by 10, Alabama by 11, North Carolina and Florida, by 12, Tennessee by
13, and Arkansas by 14 per cent. These figures are eloquent of present
progress and inspiringly suggestive of the future. Democracy is really
caring for its own. It is told that a famous German teacher of the
Reformation once stepped into his schoolroom and greeted his pupils with
these words: “Hail, reverend pastors, doctors, superintendents, judges,
chancellors, magistrates, professors.” Some there were who laughed at
him as a joker and mocker. But he was wiser than they, and in his wisdom
was the prophet of that true democracy which sees not merely the child
in the school, but the future man in the state. The South therefore
views in this way the progress already made and realizes that what it
now does and will do with its children in the schools of the people is
the true measure of its own life in the coming years.
TO HELEN KELLER.
BY JAMES TAYLOR.
Forever veiled thy piteous eyes,
Forever sealed thine ear;
How dark and still creation lies,
How distant, yet how near!
Thy sightless orbs to heaven upturn
To crave the blessed light;
Nor sun, nor stars, above thee burn—
Alas, what hopeless night.
The jeweled arch that bends above,
The earth, the air, the sea,
O’erspanned by wings of Boundless Love,
How vainly smile for thee!
The blush of morn, the sunset glow,
The dew-gemmed paradise
Where Summer’s roses blow,
Are not for thy dim eyes.
Hushed is the sound of Music’s voice,
Hushed is the murmuring sea;
No trembling harp bids thee rejoice,—
’Tis silence _all_ to thee.
On Beauty’s loom which Nature wields
With deft, mysterious skill,
To deck with tapestries her fields,
Her every vale and hill,
She weaves with gorgeous threads of light
In mist, and cloud and rain,
Her irised gossamers so bright—
But weaves for thee in vain.
But God will make thee doubly whole,
And give thy spirit sight,—
His glory shall illume thy soul,
For God is love and light!
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