Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1848-03-24
For Young America
The Donkey and the Chickens

He was 50 fat and mighty, he could scarce see out
his eyes
And needed so the doctors said, some powerful
exercise
Hard by his dwelling lived hen, tender mother
she,
With troop of pretty chickens, as eer your eyes
did see;
The donkey sent his compliments to mother and to
chick
To call and see him at his home, and plenteous
grain 10 pick"
The hen went cackling round and round. the chicks
picked up their grain,
When 10! the donkey gan TO dance with all his
might and MAN,
Hold! cried the mother. "you will crush my
pretty ones to death"
But the donkey needed not he danced till nearly
out OF breath.
The remnant of her precious BROOD poor futtering,
bleeding things,
Leaving their dead mates on the ground, came cow
ering meath her wings;
Hal quOh the Jackass, d" ne er mind on whom
my hoos do fall,
Let each look out for himself and God look out
for all
Down in the citys darkest lanes, down in the eel
lars damp,
Little children shrink and burrow round the pale
and Pickering lamp,
There hope doth enter never! darkness hangs around
their path,
And for human sympathy they get mans scorning
and mis- wrath.
Cold, hungry, f-i3ndless there they live, old year
out and new year in,
And the beings all about them wallow deep shame
and sin,
Coarse and foul the words they listen; obscure and
coarse the song;
And the lessons of their childhood are to tread the
paths OF wrong.
Few the tongues that tell their sufferngs and few
the blessed hands,
To lift them up 10 God and light and break their
loathesome bands.
From the Pulpit, Throne and Palace comes forth
the donkey CALL
o Let each one take care OF himself and God take
care OF all
Within his gorgeous mansion the rich man sat at
ease,
And his golden-haired children played or climed up
His table groaned with viands rich, his proud heart
proudly beat
And he thought not Of the hungry ones who shive
red in the street,
The astral threw its silver light on silken couch
and shade,
And tnged all rich luxurious things which art of
man hath made,
And harp and soft piano, and rich voices filled the
ear
With Opera song with battle march, and ballad
quaint and sere.
Louder than din of battle march or Scottish gathe-
ring cry
An undertone came saying, If the poor die, let
them die
Here lives no sympathy for them, in kitchen, bow
er or hall
Let each one look out for himself, and God look
out for all
In costly pews, DER carpets soft foot of eer
trod,
The humble ones are gathering to the worship of
our God;
They kneel they pray, they listen, but each heart
says meath It's pail,
- Let poor folks take care of themselves and God
take care of all
The priest sat snugly by thefre awhile the wintry
blast
Was rustling through the dreary streets, and the
snow vas falling fast,
He sang psalm of David, but it sounded like the
call,
" Let each one take care of himself and God take
care of all
In his warm room the editor sat, with his curtains
furleG,
And for his own exaltaton moved the power that
moves the world.
He forgot the poor and lowly, and his answer to
their CALL
Was, leach one take care of himself, and God take
care Of all"
The slave is wrtbng in his chains, his spirit bro.
ken down,
He looketh unto us for hope, nought meets him but
We are the friends Of freedom, but we crush him
10 the earth
And his cry to us for mercy wakes our mockery
and our mirth.
He asketh for the light of le-asks that his bands
be ryen,
For these are but his manhood rights which God
himself hath gwen
List the answer of the people from mount and coun
Gil hall,
" Let the tramped take care of themselves, and God
take care of all
The outcast keeps her weary way upon the Broad
way pave,
And hastcns through this world of hope to disho-
Her pure sisters leave her there to die beneath the
christians curse.
And say, as said the priests of old, aye what is
that to u.s.!
They feel not for her! they! who neer knew one
darkened hour!
Who have home and friends to guard them, beyond
temptations power;
List their answer to their sister, their poor fallen
sisters call
a. Let the guilty take their punishment, God send
the same 10 all"
And thus these sickenirg words have passed thro'
out this weary world
On the tempted, weak aud guilty. man vengeance
has been hurled,
Loves sunlight glance is drying now the tears OF
misery's cup,
And the founts of human feeling meath that light
are breaking up
On those who feel for human woe fall honors man
tie broad,
Nor would we use rreyerenty the blessed name
of God
Truths hour has come her hosts are up, nor heed
they human ban,
For the broad earth is waking TO the sacred rights
of maa
That nations protesting belief in Christ
should couple glory with war, is mOnstrous
blasphemy. Their faith, their protesting faith
is, love one another" Their practice is to