The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1845-01-04

Where joy and laughing might have been,
Had they this New Year morning seen.
Misfortune too, who steps by stealth,
Has robb'd his thousands of their wealth
And Poverty with his icy hand
Hath tortured thousands i'll our land,
And ills untold of Proteus form.
Have lllronged about dispensing harm.
But griefs and woes are but misnames,
And he who murmurs only shames
The name of 1nan-
! MAN On creature of the mol lie soul
! Why should'st lhon mourn al I'a,e's con-
Or Natures pIan2 ftrol,
Stand firm. unmoved no, thine mead
Say what is there, for thce to dread?--
Hast thou hear,?--
Up! up! proud spirit, bend moi down
Al sorrow. or at Fortunes irown,
Nor wildly start
AT paln. or thought Of coming Death,
Blu! like hero yield thy breath.
Arm, arm Myself by virtuous life
To grapple in the mortal strife
Philosophy will teach thee how
TO live, though ills heilde,
And take thy Bible, it " ill show
The way The COOS have died.
Alas! Old Year, well nigh all Ill
II at came while thou did'st reign,
Was brought to pass by mans own will,
Then why should he complain2
tnb]ushng Vice, with marble check,
And wand'ring eyes that cline hespeak,
Hath s,aIk'd throughout our fair domain
And lief! his tracks on hill and plain.
lntrmp'ance with his tos> ming nose
Aud felij breath, and equity toes
From "conquering on 10 conquer" goes;
In spite of pledge, of vow IN spite,
His SlarCs still revei day and night;
What boots 10 them if wives should wall,
O ragged children, wan and pale.
For bread, their hands stretch out and cry7
LIE, them begnne, aud pine and die.
Columbia the Land endear'd
Unto all gallant breasts
The Land where freedoms self hath
rpar'd
The throne vhercon sNr rests
TIE Land where grows the tow'ring tree
That blossoms ouly Ger the Free
, The jewels round that throne are filn,
And on that tree droops many limb;
That throne, tempes, round il sweeps
And the heart sicken'd Goddess weeps- =
Tina, tree! alas! for flower and fruit,
An axe /, ranking in us root.
The Goddess weeps, her chosen one
TO whom she spoke in early youth,
Who for her Iought-who for her won
Battles OF fame and truth;
Is vanqni-hed by his foes and hers
O'ercome by Errors worshippers.
Her CLAY, the champion Of her cause
Who ever met with arm of might,
The foes Of Truths immortal laws,
Is worsted in the fight
Despoled of place, but not Of power,
Ia mind Re 'rlumphs ill This hour.
Fear, Hatred, Envy, Malice, Lies,
Corruption, ignorance aud Wrath;
All Vice tia, God and law defes,
Besel him in his path
His bosom friends, fair Freedoms band
The hateful hosts could no. withstand
From prison cells-from dungeons drear
From pauper shops and dens of vice
On Europe s shores, they came, aud wert
Made freemen in trice-
Slaves in soul. made peers with those
Whose fathers bled in freedoms cause.
But though the tree tina. threw its shade
Above our fathers heads. so gay,
When vlclors, they ensheathed the blade
Which drove their foes away,
Be dropping now, I will soon revive
Its leaves will seek the sun and thrive.
And though til, Goddess who prestes
Der freemen's hopes, and lreemen's
fears,
Her face now in deep sorrow hides;
She smiles amid her tears;
For present clouds shall soon give way
Before the ligh! of Llazing day.
For Locofocoism's tide
Has reach'd its flood and mus, ebb soon
Tho now i is sweeping strong and Wild
Beneath its own dread moon
That moon shall wane, nor wax again
Base Orb, il owns no SYSTEMS chain.
Oh. lawless orb, what lunatics
Thy influence makes to abound,
What fools they are, what silly tricks
They're playing all around;
And worse than fools or madmen they,
As laws defied can testify.