• Author: Johnson, Harry W.
• Editor: Corvi, Joseph J.
• Newspaper: The Eastern Echo volume 1
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• Date: 09 Fall 1956
• Tags:
• poetry

BY MAN

The ugliness one sees in the world is Beauty and Truth horribly mutilated by man using the hammer and chisel of greed and tyranny...

MONARCH INVINCIBLE

Carved by the tireless hand of time, the grey bluff, its bold steep face deeply searred, stands with cleft feet tightly imbedded in the cold sands of antiquity and stares stoically out over the heaving breast of the restless sea;

the rising sun adorns its crown with a glorious halo, drapes a garment of soft spun gold over its wide shoulders and caresses its granite cheeks with compassionate warmth;

white tipped wavelets race mérrily along the shore and caress its feet playfully, and a rhythmic song of the sea rises and faHs on the placid wings of a breeze, while harmony pervades the atmosphere to encircle its massive form with the gentle arms of quietude. . .

A rancorous-wind, wearing the scarlet robe of chaos creeps from its ethereal edifice and beats with, implacable fury against its roughly hewn brow;

white-crested waves beat furiously upon the shore, and pouring rains drench its erown and swift running rivulets cut deeper the jagged scars in its rugged face;

the fog sweeps in.on wraithlike wings; clings to its massive form with, sticky fingers, and stifles day with a tightly woven net of grey mist, which only the wailing voice of the wind and the raucous shrick of a gull seem able to penetrate ;

but if one listens closely enough a voice from the bluff can be heard to say,

"I am Man! Invincible Monarch of the Universe!"

VICTORY

When daylight softly walks across the misty hills of morn and! bathes the earth with tranquil rays of light it holds aloft in jewelled hand the glowing torch of victory over night. . .

ARISE AND WALK

A tiny blade of grass will rise again when crushed by tempests, ice, and rain; so why can’t man arise, when crushed by fear and strife and firmly walk, his eyes on stars, the fruitful road of life. . .

PARABLES

He who has no perception of love and creates for himself a world of ugliness will ultimately create his own darkness and perish therein. . . and he who hates another — shall build beneath the altar of his own soul a self-consuming flame. . .