This tower stands square to winds that smite, Nor fears the thunders to impale. Prince of the Powers of Air! by rite Of baptism shall the bells prevail. Shine, _Stella Maris_! and O song Of _Ave Mary_, and Vesper bells, Be drowned not in the city’s throng! For—sad and sweet as Dante tells— Comes, strangely here, the sense to me Of parting for some unknown clime, A sense of silence and the sea, Charmed by the tryst of star and chime. O bells! O bells! the worlds are buoyed, Like beacon-bells, on waves profound, In all no silence as no void— The very flowers are cups of sound. We dream—and dreaming we rejoice— That we, when great Death draws us nigh, Hearing, may understand the Voice Which rocks a bluebell or the sky; And, with new senses finely strung In grander Eden’s blossoming, May see a golden planet swung, Yet hear the silver lilies ring! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ OUR NEW INDIAN POLICY AND RELIGIOUS LIBERTY. “While it cannot be denied that the government of the United States, in the general terms and temper of its legislation, has evinced a desire to deal generously with the Indians, it must be admitted that the actual treatment they have received has been _unjust and iniquitous beyond the power of words to express_. Taught by the government that they had rights entitled to respect, when these rights have been assailed by the rapacity of the white man the arm which should have been raised to protect them has been ever ready to sustain the aggressor. The history of the government connections with the Indians is _a shameful record of broken treaties and unfulfilled promises_.”