Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1845-08-27
MISCELLANEOUS.
SONGS OF LABOR.

SONGS OF LABOR.
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jsns to complete the product
ENE SMOEMaEERS.
BY. &. Whittier.
10. workers of the old time styled
The Gentle Craft of Leather!
Young brothers of the ancient guild,
Stand forth once more together;
Call out again your long array
In the old merry manner;
Once more gay ST. Crispin's day
Fling out your blazoned banner.
Rap, rap. upon the wel-worn stone
How falls the polished hammer!
Rap, rap! the measured sound has grown
A quick and merry clamor.
Now shape the sole; now deity curl
The glossy vamp around it,
And bless the while the bright-cyed girl
Whose gentle fingers bound it.
For Won along the Spanish Main
A hundred keels pIoughing:
For you the Indian on the plain
His lasso coil is throwing:
For YOU deep glens with hemlock dark
The woodlands fire is lighting;
For YOU upon the oaks grey bark
The woodman's axe is smiling.
For you from Carolina's pine
The resin gum is stealing;
For you the dark-eyed florentinc
Her silken sken is reeling:
For you the dizzy goat herd roams
His rugged Alpine lodges;
For Won round all her shepherd homes
Bloom England's thorny hedges.
The foremost still by day or night
On moated mound or heather,
Where 'er the need of tranpcd right
Brought toiling men together,
Where the free burghcrs from the wall
Dcfied the mal-clad master,
Than yours. at Freedoms trumpet call,
No craftsmen rallied faster
Let foplings snecr, let fools derde,
We heed no idle scorncr,
Free hands and hearts are still your pride,
And duty done, your honor
We dare to trust for honest fame
The Jury Time cmpannells,
And leave to Truth each noble name
Which glorities your annals
Thy songs, Hans Sach are living yet
In strong and hearty German,
And BIoomficld's lay and GifforI's wit.
And tn rare good sense of Sherman,
Still from his book, mystic seer,
The soul Of Behmen teaches,
And Engand's priestcraft shakes to hear
OF FoN's lcathern breeches
The Foot !, yourn, ~vhere'ar il faiis
Ii treads your well wrought leather,
On carthcn floor, in marble halls,
On carpet or on heather
Still the the sweetest charm is found
OF matron grace or vestals,
As Uclc's foot bore nectar round
Among the old celestials!
Ran. rap.-your stout and bluff brogan,
With footsteps low and weary,
Nav wander where the SIX vs. blue span,
Shuts down upon the Prairie.
We slippers shine Beautys foot,
nv Saratogas fountain,
Or lead. like snow-flakes falling mute,
The dance on Cattskill mountains.
The red brick TO the mason's hand,
The brown earth tn the tilicr's;
The shoe in YOURS shall wealth command
Like fairy Cinderila's!
As they who stunned the household maid,
Bcheid the crown upon her,
So all shall see her toll repaid
With hearth and home and honor.
Then let the toast be freely qualified
In " ,rER cool and brimming:
"AlI honor to the good old Craft,
Its merry men and women
Call out again your long array
In the Old times pleasant manner,
Once more gay st. Crispin's day
Fling out his blazoned banner.