Image 1 of St. Tammany farmer (Covington, La.), March 26, 1898
The Blessings of Covemment Like the Dew from Heaven Should Descend Alike Upon the Rich and the Poor W G KENTZEL Editor COVINGTON ST TAMMANY PARISH LA SATURDAY MARCH 26 1898 VOL XXIIINO ALWAYS SOME ONE BELOW On the lowest round of the ladder I firmly planted my feet And looked up in the dim vast distance That made my future so sweet I climbed till my vision grew welay I climbed till my brain was on fire I planted each footstep with wisdom Yet I never seemed to get higher For this round was glazed with indiffer ence And that one was glazed with scorn And when I grasped firmly another I found under velvet a thorn Till my brain grew weary of planning And my heart strength began to fall And the flush of the mornings excitement Ere evening commenced to pale But Just as my hands were unclasping Their bold on the lastgained ground When my hopes coming back from the fu ture Were sinking again in the ground One who had climbed near the summit Reached backward a helping hand And refreshed encouraged and strength ened I took once again my stand And I wishoh I