Clears, ere the Sun, at earth's edge, glows half-round,
And life takes cloud-hues with the arts of Peace.
U. S. SENATOR JAMES A. O'GORMAN AND THE STALWARTS
On toward the Senate scuds a thunder-rack—
Nay, cyclone—and the columns—all star-straight—
Of Freedom's Temple sway with the roof's flood-weight.
Ye Stalwarts who scorn off a fate, pitch-black,
Holding the columns, let no sinew slack.