Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1848-10-27
The Poet Of Sacred Themes and the
Political RhymSter.

IOllCdl nHlnlSl6I.
n. P. Willis appears not 20 be satisfied
with the reputation his sacred poems has
gained him, bot must strive by means Of
party d~oggerel TO win the need of praise
from brawling politicians. He mast have
a strange fancy, but inasmuch as he longs
for it, let him wear the double crown.
That those who choose may compare his
latest productions With his earlier eifusions,
we give some extracts from his political ly.
RIGS, and a few passages from his sacred poe
try. The subjects he has chosen for the dis
play of his genius are as far apart in charac-
Ter and deeds as hell and heaven. They are
Zachary Taylor and Jesus Christ.
Come Wings come brothers-one and all
Flock to the " Rough and Ready " call!
Come stand up close and hear our song,
And follow 1t up with chorus strong
Toe the mark" It's Taylor can!
Hero, sage and kindly man!
ln council great as in deadly fray,
But a plain old fellow for every day.
uUhig Song.
He sat upon the ASS colt and rode
Toward Jerusalem. Beside him walked
Closely and silently the faithful twelve,
And on before him went a multitude
Shouting Hosannas, and with eager hands
Strewlng their garments thickly in his way.
Tn unbroken foal beneath him gently stepp'd,
Tame as its patient dan and as the song
OF welcome TO the Son of David" burst
Forth from a thousand children, and the leaves
Of the wav'd branches louch'd its silken ears,
1t turned its wild eye for a moment back,
And then, subdued by an invisible hand,
Meekly trode onward with its slender feet.
[ChriSfS entrance into Jerusalem.
lacks coat is loose-his manners rough"
But, near him, hearts bow, fast enough;
And the old great coat ,ciH do 10 ,oear,
Tho a bullet hole shows here and there
uUhig Song.
He was not
In costly raiment clad, nor on his brow
The symbol Of d p%rincely lineage wore
No followers at his back, nor Ia his hand
Buckler, or sword, or spear-yet in his mien
Command sat throned serene, and if he smil'd,
A kingly condescension graced his lips,
The lion would have crouched to, in his lair.
His garb was simple, and his sandals worn /;
Ills SldluIb UlDUtlltu WIN Il DtIItCl grace
His countenance the impress of a God
Touched with the open innocence of a child /;
His eye was blue and calm, as is the sky
In the serenest noon; his hair unshorn
Fell to his shoulders and his curling beard
The ~fulness of perfect manhood bore.
lChrist healing the Leper.
Down came SAINT Anna, five TO one
With thanks 10 Polk, expecting fun
Bnena Vista wasn't far,
Jack let him do his laughing " thar
(Jphig Sung.
The Saviour rais'd
Her hand from off her bosom, and spread out
The snowy fingers in his palm, and said
I" Maiden : Arise and suddenly a flush
Shot Ger her forehead, and along her lips
And Though her cheeks the rallied color ran,
And the still outline of her graceful form
Stirr'd in the linen ~vestuTe, and she clasp'd
The Saviour's hand, and fixing her dark eyes
Full on his beamlng counte ia nce-AROsE
Christ raising the Daughter Of Jairus.
Buena Vista's star is bright!
But where will fall its purest light
On Jacks last order, sad and low
" Bring in the lUOunded, friend and foe ="
lWhig Song.
There stood Jerusalem! How fair she look'd;
The silver sun on all her palaces,
And her fair daughters mid the golden spires
Tending their terrace flowers, and Kedron's
stream
Lacing the meadows with its silver band,
And wreaihing its mist-mantle on the sky
With the morn's exhalations. There she
stood
Jerusalem-the city of his love,
Chosen from all the earth jerusalem
That knew him not-and had rejected him
Jerusaiern-for whom he came to die!
[Chrisf's entr ance into jerusalem.
Now If you'd like to know the school
Where Presidents best learn to rule
Jacks life is just the very one
God choose TO train a Washington
Wing Song.
The wood
Was thick with the dim tw light as they cam
Up from the water. With his cIasped hand
Laid on his breast tn Apostle silently
Followed his Masters steps-when 10
light,
Bright as the tenfold glory of the sun,
Yet lambert as the softly burning stars,
developed them, and from the heavens ava,
Parted the dim blue ether like a veil
And as a voice, fearful exceedingly,
Broke from the midst, "THIs is MY MUCH
Lov'D Son
In WHOM | AM WELL PLEASED" a snow-whit
dove,
Floating upon its wings, descended thro',
And shedding a swift music from its plumes
Circled, and 1uiter'd to the Saviour's breast
baptism Of Christ.