MEXICO 
 
 by 
 JOSEPH WHARTON 
 
 PRIVATELY PRINTED 
 
 1902 
 
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MEXICO 
 
I 
 
 Wilt thou have respite from this modern hie 
 That wastes thy soul in trade's or fashion's strife? 
 Wilt thou cast off dull toil and paltry care, 
 In Nature's free magnificence to share? 
 Lov'st thou the tales of old, romantic times. 
 Of wild adventures in luxurious climes ? 
 And soars thy eager fancy far away. 
 To reach some tropic Eden or Cathay, 
 Where thou in sunny happiness may'st range 
 'Mid scenes and peoples picturesquely strange? 
 Fond dreamer, pining thus, why hunger so ? 
 Before thee lies mysterious Mexico. 
 
l.A VIGA CANAL AND CUSTUM-HOUSK 
 
 IKOI'ICAI, SCKNKRV, I'ROCRESO, YUCATAN 
 
II 
 
 Vast, sun-dried table-lands, where dust-whirls rise 
 Like phantom serpents struggling to the skies ; 
 Huge, barren mountains veined with precious ore, 
 Rich for past centuries, rich for ages more ; 
 Broad, placid lakes where wildfowl feed and splash. 
 Superb ravines where plunging torrents dash. 
 Imperial peaks with gleaming snow-crest crowned, 
 The beacons of a hundred miles around ; 
 Large, fertile regions stretching warm and wide 
 To meet the ocean bounds on either side ; 
 Grandeur and loveliness in endless show ; 
 Delicious air. All this is Mexico. 
 
VALLEY OF PUEBLA, CHOLULA, FROM THE TOP OF THE 
 AZTEC PYRAMID 
 
 RUINS AT ALVARADO 
 
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 Pines on the mountain, palms upon the plain, 
 Abounding wealth of coffee, corn, and cane, 
 Cactus and yucca of quaint prickly forms. 
 Armed at all points, unheeding foes or storms ; 
 Maguey, whose serried ranks fill many a field. 
 That fiery mescal and smooth pulque yield ; 
 Gay birds and insects, countless fruits and flowers, 
 Bull-fights profaning the sweet Sabbath hours ; 
 Ploughs made of wood, that feebly scratch the ground, 
 Wheat threshed on dirt by oxen trampling round ; 
 Tortillas and frijoles. He will grow 
 Acquaint with these who visits Mexico. 
 
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 STREET \IE\V, CORDOVA, SHOWING PEAK OF ORIZABA 
 
 HUl.l. FIGHT— EM KANCE OF THE FIGHTERS 
 
IV 
 White towns and cities that recall old Spain, 
 As if the Moor and Cid were come again, 
 By stony roads approached on every side, 
 Where mule trains toil and caballeros ride ; 
 Tall stone cathedrals, huts of reeds and clay, 
 Like priests that rule 'mid humble folk that pay ; 
 A crude republic, rogues and patriots blent 
 With the great mass, to both indifferent. 
 The soldier patient, rascally, and brave, 
 The peasant abject, but not quite a slave ; 
 A furtive race, dark, superstitious, slow. 
 Skilled in old arts, is that of Mexico. 
 
THE CATHEDRAL, CITY OF MEXICO 
 
 A NATIVE Hl'T 1!V THE \VAV-SH)K, CI)RL)0\"A 
 
V 
 Out from the towns, with their comminofled strain 
 Of Spanish blood, these native men remain 
 The Indian tribes Hernando Cortes met, 
 Their ancient languages not perished yet, 
 Nor dim observance of old heathen rite. 
 Nor savage passion, deadly quick in fight ; 
 Yet kindly aid to stranger guest is given. 
 And Mary trusted as the Queen of Heaven. 
 Knowing and having little, but content. 
 In daily toil their simple lives are spent. 
 A base content is this the gods bestow ; 
 Meanly to live in glorious Mexico. 
 
FARMER i;ens, dRIZAIIA 
 
 INDIAN 1!0^'S, TOI.rCA 
 
VI 
 
 For, when in Mexico's barbaric day 
 Fierce king and host met king in bloody fray, 
 When captives, to the war-gods' temples led. 
 Were butchered by the priests, who on them fed, 
 Their grim idolatry's abhorrent blight 
 Blinded all eyes to reason's cheerful light ; 
 And when the conquering Spanish bigots came. 
 Little recked they of mercy or of shame. 
 Ground by such cruel centuries of wrong, 
 What race was ever frankly true or strong ? 
 This race, outlasting king and priest and foe, 
 Abides and waits, possessing Mexico. 
 
NATIVES PLOUGHING WITH OXEN, LEON 
 
 TIURCII BUILT UV CuRTE,S, LTIOLULA 
 
VII 
 Historic splendors have they of their own. 
 See the oreat Montezuma fill their throne. 
 Ruling, except small Tlaxcala, all the land 
 With the stern mastery of supreme command. 
 His foes subjected, and as vassals tied. 
 Empire and tribute his on every side. 
 From north to south, from coast to high plateau, 
 His will is law, his swift-foot runners go. 
 What though strange lords their race in bondage held 
 In after days! Were not those lords expelled? 
 Well may their past inspire a patriot glow 
 Of hope and faith for future Mexico. 
 
STATUE i)K (U'ANHTE.MOC, (TIV OF MEXICO 
 
VIII 
 Meanwhile a deep and true content is theirs, 
 One that their highest with the humblest shares ; 
 The sweet repose of home, the ties of kin, 
 With all the bliss that faithful love can win. 
 Does vice offend ; what land from vice is clean ? 
 No tongue defends it, for no plea can screen. 
 But see the countless homes where virtue reiens, 
 Where fond affection binds with silken chains ; 
 Parents with children linked in sweet accord. 
 Friend true to friend, and spouse by spouse adored. 
 What purer happiness dwells here below, 
 Than in the sacred homes of Mexico ? 
 
ZACATECAS 
 
 NATIVE HUTS, JUANACATLAN 
 
IX 
 And lo ! A tint of dawn is in the sky, 
 That tells of fateful changes drawing nigh ; 
 For even here the modern impulse stirs, 
 And here the truth has honest worshippers. 
 Not vainly does the nation's spirit wake. 
 Resolved a nobler course henceforth to take. 
 To share the great world's progress, and to stand 
 Erect beside our friendly neighboring land. 
 These men, who twice have burst their alien chain. 
 Must solve the easier problems that remain. 
 What affluent wealth and glory may they know, 
 When they are men to match their Mexico ! 
 
THE VAIJ.F.V OF MALIKAliA 
 
 llil. lEKKACE, CASTLE OF CHAPULTEPEC 
 
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 Need they a friendly ruler by their side, 
 
 The law's strong champion and his country's pride ; 
 
 A chief courageous, temperate, and just. 
 
 On whom their hearts may lean with loyal trust ; 
 
 One who will show them how in every land, 
 
 Nature's crude hoards yield to the skilful hand, 
 
 And how, with equal rights, each opening mind 
 
 May all the roads to power and increase find ? 
 
 As rose our Washington, serenely great. 
 And patient Lincoln, saviour of the State ; 
 Their native Juarez laid the usurper low. 
 Their Diaz oruards and oruides their Mexico. 
 
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BENITO JUAREZ 
 First President of Mexico 
 
 PORFIRIO DIAZ 
 President of Mexico 
 
XI 
 Oh. land majestic ! Apt for all delig-ht, 
 
 Sweet womanly languors, and high deeds of man. 
 
 Lie prone no more beneath the palsying ban 
 Of crusted usage! On thy valleys dight 
 With tropic verdure, thy cold mountains' height. 
 
 And blissful slopes which temperate breezes fan. 
 
 Breathes the new air that through the ages ran 
 Whenever God turned men toward the light. 
 Does our proud race alone enjoy the sun, 
 
 Or does the rain make ereen no fields but ours ? 
 Prophetic eyes but faintly have begun 
 
 To see the lofty climax of thy powers. 
 When the full noontide of thy day is won, 
 
 And gathering night on weary Europe lowers. 
 
 JOSEPH WHARTON 
 
 PHiLADKi.rHi.A, May, 1891 
 
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