A war for humanity’s sake was fought, That exalted the soul of man, And lifted him up to a region fraught, With work on a Lordlier plan. His horizon is vastly extended, He stands on a loftier plain, His fine talents can now be expended, For his benighted brother’s gain. His mind has been delivered from bondage, And filled with buoyancy and hope, Will grow and expand to advantage, And cover the world in its scope. With his soul as free as the thunder’s roll, And as sure as the lightning’s stroke, He can circle the earth from pole to pole, And abolish tyranny’s yoke. No more will boundary lines restrain him, Nor walls of granite stay his course, The brotherhood of man will sustain him, And the love of God be his force. The age of enforced delusion is past, Man’s spirit is gathering light, The slavery of the mind can not last, Against the advancement of right. No army of men, nor murderous gun, Is needed to open the way, The greatest victories by love are won, Where the spirit of Christ holds sway. It is love alone hath power and scope, To penetrate the heathen mind, And cause it to expand with faith and hope, And a nobler ideal find. Expansion is right, expansion of soul, And expansion of liberty, Expansion of love till it gains control, And all the world’s people are free. These are the principles that must prevail, In ev’ry land beneath the sun, And there’s no more oppression to assail, Ere the work of love will be done. FEAR NOT, LORAIN. The following poem was written at Lorain, O., November, 1897, and published in the “Evening Herald” of that city. It was intended to stimulate the courage of the people, who were gloomy, altho the prospects were good. Fear not, Lorain, thy future fate Is not to roll in seas of mud, A golden key will ope the gate, A warm spring sun will burst the bud. Flowers will bloom and scent the air, Large plants will rise from thy strong soil, Your solid men and women fair Reap rich reward for years of toil. See the halo that lights the sky, Where flaming fires burn night and day, Dispelling gloom from ev’ry eye, And raising hopes that cheer your way. Rejoice! Be glad! Have doubts no more, Prepare to greet the coming boom, Should the town grow a thousand score, It still could give a million room. Let croaking stop, let discord cease, Lift high your town above the mire, For soon success will bring you peace, And warm your hearts with furnace fire. With courage strong and cheerful face, Push on your work with might and main, Prosperity will win the race And bless your town. Fear not, Lorain. THE TEACHER.