New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-05-14

The Mill-boy true,
Each danger through
Good Theodore,
Like wel-tried ore.
There s grace aud power we dearly prize II
The name of Clay and Frcnghuysen.
A light they sbed-'t ls Glory's ray
Her sons arc Frelinghuysen, Clay.
From heart to heart what gladness flies IN
The thought of Clay and Freinghuysen-
OF Harry bold
The proved Of old
OF Theodore,
The loved Of yore-
New-Jersey cries, " I'm proud he's my SON
The pure, the hgh.souled Frelinghuysen."
"He's ours-he s ours" New Workers say
we Frelinghuysen add to Clay"
Whatever ground each claim relies on,
The CouNTRY's own is FreIinghuysen-
And so is Clay;
Lo," millions say,
In rapture wild,
{" THE NATIONS CHILD -
Then on, &c friends of Frelinghuysen.
Each lingering shade IS doomed TO fly soon
What beams of hope around us play,
As echoes loud the name OF Clay.
The grasp OF Clay and Frelinghuysen.
Then strive each day
For Henry Clay;
JOIN, all ye wise, on
Our F,ellnghuysen.
The following, if not poetic, is very just.
Will the owners Of the Park think of it
For Tho Tribune
By St. Johns Park sauntered, Ned,
This pure and sunny morning,
And saw the Fountain gurgling up,
Rainbows It's stream atOrnlDg;
And thought l d 20 beside it, Ned,
And see the fishes sailing,
But every gate was firmly locked
Within an iron railing.
/ saw the colorcd gardener, Ned,
Reaping the Joys OF sowing;
Isaw the lcaiy trees ana grass
saw the flowers blowing;
And thought how happy he was, Ned,
The garden roller trailing,
Where Beauty dwells IN living forms,
Within that iron railing.
My heart grows better always, Ned,
When Beauty S DER it stealing,
For trees and flowers do ever bring
To me pleasant feeling:
You know love the country, Ned.
And there its scenes prevailing,
Ilonged to tread the early grass,
Within that iron railing.
But was no use-the owners, Ned,
Have made the trite confession,
That, for the humble, the pursuit
Is better than possession:
And yct can t help thinking, Ned,
ma
That Nature should not be shut up
Withing an iron railing.
know the rich can 90 there, Ned;
I've seen their footsteps pressing
In verdant walks, and hoped that they
Felt thankful for the blessing:
know 1 should feel thankful Ned,
When heat and dusls prevailing,
If | could sit me down to rest
Within that iron railing.
The poor have tender feelings, Ned,
For have seen them crying,
AS they have laid simple flower
Upon the dead or dying:
And know that many heart, Ned,
That care or woe IS assailing,
Would find relief, if it could go
Within that iron railing.
know the owners tell us, Ned,
That we can see the fountain,
And smell the flowers, and so can we
Discern distant mountain:
But would stroll beside them, Ned,
And touch them, undertaking
That must look at Nature, through
a gloomy iron railing. A. D. F. R.
We close with another selection from our stack
of Political Songs, and the best Of them, though
it's racing terms are little out of our line Here
goes For The Tribune
THE FALL RACES.
Tune IN on Ro5bie,, &c.
Have you heard Of the thst, 10 come on next Fall
'Twixt two sore horses. ones grea,. tother small;
The little r ed Fox is the ef the lent;
Our noble old racer Hal OF THE WEST.