Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1844-01-05
NEWS Boys ADDRESS,
TO THE PATRONS OF
THE BURLINGTON FREE PRESS.
burlington, January |, 1874.

~ THE PS1RONs VI
THE BURLINGTON FREE PRESS.
burlington, January |, 1874.
Swiftly glides old Time away,
Quick consuming, day by day,
Like torrent swift, and strong,
Has,ng rapidly along,
Now, DER waters deep and clear,
Now, DER pillows darl; and drear,
He bears us onward while our life,
A varied thread of peace and STRIFE
BY Fortune well, or lily spun,
Hasteh till lis course be run.
Thus yenr hath hurried on,
Like years lefore it, past and gone.
Patrons now with open hand,
Greet your faithful Carrier band,
Make them by your lil,'ral cheer,
Wish you all bright new year,
Its moments happy, while they last,
And happier years when this is past.
We have told you many tale,
or maidens' Joy, and widows wall,
OF joyous hopes, hearts beating high,
And hopes that blossomed but 10 die.
We have scanned the world for you,
And search'd lis nations, through and through,
OF modern realms, and realms of old,
Many stirring tale we've told.
To deck, for you the mental feast,
News we've brought from orient east,
Where China, now. with lifted hands,
Curses the men of Christian lands,
Who sullied there the Christian name
BY deeds OF horror, blood and shame,
Where Engand's banner found stain.
That flowing seas might wash in vain.
Hail mighty England! Glorious land,
That holds the scale with selfish hand,
And weighs her justice ont to all,
With bomb for weight, or cannon ball,
And of her judgments writes the score,
with sword for pen--hcr ink rcd gore:
Such justice China's shores have seen,
And thought strange Justice, too, ween.
Bv Ganges' deep and holy stream,
Her drum is heard, her lances CLEAN,
And proudly, there her banner waves.
Der midas hosts of England's slaves.
There many an ancien law disowncd,
And in its place Oppresso ,hroned,
There nations u.h in misery's school
Attest the kindness of her rule
With lion banner, proud unfarlcd,
She dreamed that she might rule the world,
But A1nhnnistar's mountains cold,
A tale of different sort have told,
For rocky steep and mountain glen,
Sent down. by thousands, armed men,
Who hurrylng from their homes afar,
Sweid high the tide of 4 'glInn war,
And proved proud England's Boosting vain,
BY hosts defeated, armies slain.
But now we'll pass in lighter measure
To speak Of many n mental treasure,
OF many tale that we have told,
or Countries fam'd in days of old,
Where Oriental sunlight flashes,
Where still the blue Egean dashes
Its silver waves against the shore,
Where heroes dwelt renowned Of yore.
We've :old Of Grccia's iron chain,
Thn, Ohio bound on her again,
We've told of Grpcia's rising s,rcnnth,
That broke the despot's chain at length
And proved 10 earth how weak thing
The scepre Of iyrnnt king.
Onward we pass to STEAMBOAT,
That still obeys the NTos'cn rule,
Though slowly wasting, day by day,
Fades the VI ,slcm power away,
While giant Russia watching sands
Eager to grasp the Moslem lands,
Send Niuscovire and Cossack clan,
And break HE sword OF Ottoman.
That proud old Nick, the naughty car,
Mustcrs his s'avsh hordcs for war,
In win attempt 10 dominccr,
Ger spin, high Of mouniaiueer,
That splrrl high ,ha, cen IN death.
On Freedom calls, with parting breath
IT'S vain. The Georgian on each hill,
Will s'ernly fight for Freedom still,
Circassla's sleeps will ever be,
The mountain home of Liberty.
Westward we pass to sunny France.
The land of song, and wine, and dance
The land far famed for fashions new,
For low made bows, and "Parlez vous"
The land Of reasons, broiIs and plots,
Where kings are marks, for random shots.
cloud Of darkness DER her lowers,
The dread portent Of future showers,
To swell again the crimson flood,
Again 10 drench her land with blood;
4 cloud is on king Philips brow,
And thoughts of fear Cypress him now,
Upon his head, the jcwcled crown,
Sits lighter than The thslle's down,
That summer zephyrs in their play,
Rudely snatch, and bear away.
Not long will Philips hold in hrall,
The changeful sons of changeful Gop,.
The glorious hills Of sunit SPAIN
| Ring with the clash Of steel again,
And on her bosom many scar
Tells fearful tales Of civil war
Her sons may boast the gallant Cid,
The mighty deeds their fathers did;
That fiery valor, proud and high
That courage prompt, for Spain, 10 die,
Like evening mist, at morning ray,
Or Fancys dream, hath passed away,
Her councils weak, her waning power,
Her feuds and broils, dark Treason's dover,
/ Prove worse The state OF Spanish men,
And darker now, by far, than when
The Moorish hosts came DER the main,
To plantlh Prophet faith in Spain,
And gain by right Of strongest hand,
A home within the CHRISTIANS land.
England, that boasts her equal laws,
Her spirit high in Freedoms cause,
Whose queen within her palace lowers,
, Can gaily spend her careless hours,
Unmindiul, midst the tia,l'rng throngs,
, Of vass1s' woes, of vassals wrongs
There half starved millions daily pine,
In work house drear and ioahsome mine,
, There Titled landlords live in state,
, Regardless of The dismal fate
Their tenants hear enIurino still