Poetry of Kansas

"God Save Our Town."

(From a Carrier's Address.)
Beyond the sea in cities old,
With time-worn walls and moss-grown towers,
Still, as we are by travelers told,
The ancient watchman calls the hours;
At midnight, when the moon rides high,
Rings out his voice to the roofs and sky,
"Twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock, and all's well.
       God save our town."

But scarce his voice has died away
Ere from the great cathedral down
Midst the sculptured saints who pray all day,
Rings out o'er the sleeping town
The pealing voice of the mighty bell,
"All's well, all's well.
       God save our town."

And thus the carrier comes today,
Like the old watchman far away,
And thus to each and all doth say:
   From flood, from fire,
   From battle's ire,
   From earthquake's harm,
   From rage of storm,
   From pestilence that walks abroad,
   And spreads its flight,
   By noon and night,
       God save our town.

From pride that scorns a neighbor poor,
Or drives a beggar from his door;
From misers hoarding up their gold,
From rascals cunning, bright, or bold,__
Each in their several degree,
And from the loud-voiced Pharisee,
       God save our town.

__Noble L. Prentis

Kansas in Literature
Part 1. Poetry
Edited by W. M. Davidson
(Topeka: Crane & Co. 1900)
Page 58-59

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