The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1845-12-30

Of yoro in wds tho fancy lov'd TO stray,
| And wake her bright creations from the shade,
Beside the woodland cascade lettering stray,
And weave her web from beauty in the glade,
Perhaps indeed her sun. bright visions mado
| new creation people up the wood
! With creatures pure and lovely, such as play'd
In Edon's bowers, when innocently good,
Our great grand ma, Of pain first chew'd the
bittor cud
The woods were bnghten'd with poetic Ere,
And why not still? AS suro 90 Pm alive,
| Tll sweep tho cords Of my poor woodland Tyre,
And tell my patrons Of the Northern Hiyo,"
How much wish their liberal causo may thrive
| How dear TO mo the froo born spirit's power;
How gront my prayer that freedom may rcyiVo
| The democratic opirit-in an hour
| Spread from the nOrhorn hive monopoly to cover
Another year is buried with the past,
| 0blivion's black wing flaps above it's bieri
| To many this has been tho very last
Their love, their pity, friendship, hope and fear
| " Have all been numbor'd with the things that
| were.n
But man, fruil man etill trcmblos OIL the tide,
OF that rough stream that carries all that's dear,
| To the abodes whose portals open wide
| Received within their shades the shades OF those
that died
The remnant still left lingering on the shore,
For what when won, as it has been before,
| Is born by human breath, like to reed
| Cast on the waters. Such has been tho need
| OF those who stroye to blend immortal bays
Upon ambitions brow 1t is dccrecd
That truth shall wrap ito votaries with blaze
Of glory, like that which lighted Israel in her
wilder'd mazo.
While mad ambition, graspng at the stars,
Shall fall disarmed and helpless to the groun d,
Democracy! thy spirit only wars ..
With errors dark nppliancco, that wound
Dear freodom's hope9 and drag them TO the ground
Thy noble warfare aims to rouse tho world,
That truth may be again with auros crown'd
That her broad banner be again unfur'd,
And it's celestial tints wave o'cr tho wakon'd
world.
Thine is tho glorious standard of mankind,
Ras'd whore oppression waves her bloody hand
Where tyranny makes fetters for the mind,
Thou breakfast them with motion Of thy wand.
The castled towers of Ireland SEQ thee stand,
With moro than mortal majesty and micn,
Her Young Democracy hear thy command
To doff the savish livery Of their queen,
And take thy code Of truth, to cheer their Isle
of Green.
The warm Of heart, the great of soul arc thine
The generous spirits OF that generous lsle--
Thy word will make again her glores shine.
her gems 10 sparkle, 1oTule Helu5 10 blle1
Her music melt, her poetry beguile,
Her Gratan's, Floods, and Emmete shadcs, to
break
The prison house whore they have lain the while,
To ring tho tocsin, and the world to wake,
From tyranny's dark night, and thrones nnd
sceptres shake.
The balmy breozcs Of tho south nro thine,
And much of thine is ours, and moro shall be -
Our myrtlos and our lauros swoeily twlno,
And blend in beauty, Lov'd democracy!
Thy home and habitation's with the trce;-
Hero hnst thou set thy throDc--is burning wall, -,
Will shadow all the land from sea to sea-
Thy mantlo OF protection cover all
From every cline, and nation, gathcr'd atthy
call.
Thou art the ruling spirit of the time,
Thy conquosts widen with magic power.
Lo! whore the Rocky-mountains' peaks, sublime,
Above the clouds in skyey grandeur tower
Thy conquering logions through the passes pour,
And The broad valley of the Oregon,
Shall see thy glorious standard, which will cover,
And conquer Freedoms cur drive on,
And spread thy wide area, land Of our Wash
ington.
Hero in the woods, thy native temple, here
Where vilc corruption has not stultfed
The human heart; thou art to us most dear
Distributing thy blessings far and wide
And here we fight and conquer by thy side
Monopoly in vain may strive to buy,
The bait of paper money has been tried
And spurncd. This state destroying lo
Has no scducng power with true Democracy. 1
Protecting genius Of my native land,
Roll on thy conquests thro' the noW-born year.
Spread thy broad banner on Paciic's strand
And reign from to sea supreme as herc-
Make man in every cline thy truth revere,
And swear by thy pure spirit to defend
Thy altar-firos-and woman's holy tear,
oy.sparkling, from its fountain to ascend
And draw down love divine along with thco to
blend.
: Is not the past all shadow?" asks tho bard
Of course, tho very " shadow of a shade"
No time like now, SO shell me ont the 6 hard,n
In dimes OR shillings, any thing that's made
10 cheer the Devil in his inky trade.
Shell out, doar Patron, cen single dino
That's what call substantial, real, statd,
1t feeds tho belly, clothes tho back tha!'s prime,
And life and Joy imparts to ragged soma Of
rhyme
DEMOCRATIC REvIEw.-The December
No. of this excellent work is come 10 hand, |
we present the Table of Contonts:
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