Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1849-01-04
CARRIERS ADDRESS
To the Patrons of the
B y r / NJ G T O NJ HAWk-EYE.

Yet for your smiles dare the winds forego;
And for your "Quarters" sing with boyish mirth
The New YEARS advent to the babbling earth.
Give too your Dimes, and let the Carrieraboy,
Feel in his heart thrill of grateful joys
For these three years leach week. he's brot you news
And now this morning courts the gentle Muse;
Will chant for you the deeds of the old year
And to its mem'ry drop the piteous tear.
Again Times eldest born, with sounding thong,
Thro' flaming space, hath urg'd his steeds along,
And the Old Year, that so much triumph shed,
On our good Cause is Numbered with its dead;
His funeral rites, the Ginning hours hath sung,
And gray-tress'd Night his passing knell hath rung;
TO every Wing, his youthful face forstold,
That he would prove the man, ere he grew old;
And scarcely had he reach'd his hardy prime,
When he was haipd the giant son of Time;
And all his acts, from first to last, have been
Mark'd with true greatness and exalted mein
Far stretching thought enabled him to scan
The willy schemes Of that rule-ioying man =
Saw too the snares the Locos strore to lay,
To have our country meath despotc sway;
To grind the poor, who labor to obtain,
What they prize more than filthy lucre's gain,
The peace and comiSt of these helpless few,
Who share their joys, and all their woes subdue.
All these he saw, and marked with cold disdain,
Their secret plots, and snapp'd the mystic chain;
Reveapd to Days broad glance and mortal sight,
Things that would shame the bad, and good alright.
At this, bold Freedoms sons, the true and brave,
Foresaw their doom, and spurn'd the name of slave;
Fen when they trod the Topics field of sand,
To punish those who wrong'd their native land
Bore every i'll, that crowd life of arms
Far from their home and its attractive charms;
Fac'd Death and Danger in their widest forms,
And dar'd to front grim Battles thunder storms:
Yet for such love of Country, they must bleed,
While fields of glory for their actions plead
All, yes, that One,t who rons'd the god Of War
On Mexic's hills, must blaze his fame afar;
He foreign lands to freedoms soil must blend
Since with fair handst he dar'd not to contendl
Restore what he had spent for Britishn charms,
When swarthy Aztec stoop'd to freedoms arms
Must force that Veterans to the dismal strife,
Far from the sweets Of dear domes site life,
To fall victim to the Tropics fire
Or sink beneath Dellona's stormy ire.
But see, that Veteran leads the battle on,
Puts to sad route Castia's naughty Don n
And like lion, when he lacks for food,
Roars 'mid his lair and shakes the neighborng wood;
So stood GOLD ZAcK'' alone, yet proudly great,
Whose shout was triumph, and whose will was Fate;
And Buena Vista's field will long remain,
AS great as Bunker Hill or Camden's plain;
While Cerro Gordo's heights will proudly rear
Their craggy peaks and nod their tops in air,
And mark thro' time, the deeds Of freedoms son,
Where fell the brave, or what their valor won
And Tayor's deeds, with Grecian Chiefs shall Irvine,
In graceful wreath while yonder sun shall shine;
While party knaves, who stroye to quench that fame
That lit to glory Tayior's matchless name,
Shall sink to earth, like notcless worms to rot,
Their mem'ry blasted, and their names forgot.
But all that vote those darling creatures gave
Like Brutus' ghost, will haunt them to the grave;
Hang round their couches, mid the gloom of night
With visions vex them till the morning light
But that hold act did not effect their aim,
For servle deed ne'er mars the Champions fame;
Nor did he note that act /; but dared to fight,
Yet hop'd his country would his wrongs requite.
Still mighty OnesT with hellish rage combined
To blast his favor with the public mind;
Looked from the North, with wild malignant eye,
While shafts of malice in thick vollies fly;
Long strore those mighty Three; the heirs Of power,
Till all the North with strding storms did lower.
Now from his cot, amid the rice and cane,
That Hero felt the thunder shake the plain;
Saw the quick lightning's sharp and vivid glare,
Glance in red lines along the misty air;
And looking northward saw the clouds arise,
Till they had shaded half the Northern skies;
And there suspended, hung in ambient air,
While to the South the skies were calm and clear.
Such awful clouds he meier had seen before
Yet he kept cool, and let the thunders roar.
For with such scenes he had familiar grown,
Ere he the tricks of Party power had known;
And knew the North, would soon its thunders spend
Then to the South its wonted aid extend.
And soon those clouds on sable wings did flee,
To pour their contents on the neighboring
Which now wild ebhing from its coral caves,
Heaves DER New York its loud tempestuous waves !;
And up the schuylkirs channel rose the food,
And shook, with murmurs, Penn's dark-howling
wood;
Then Pennsylvania's boosted chivalry arose,
RESOLVED that C's dread inroads to oppose,
And her stern sons their country's hope and stay
From Mill, and Forge, and Mine, take their way
Towards the C, for Self Protection prest,
And ply their skill to lull its waves to rest.
And proud New York, to aid them rais'd her cry,
The Keystone's valleys to her call reply,-
But to secure herself from future harm,
Pour'd from her hives the fabric-plying swami
Loud shouting o'er the hills and dales they go,
"Thy waters no farther here shall low."
And to the word as at the stamp of Fate,
The loud murmuring fed the Empire State;
And schuylkill's glens, where late the waves had
been,
Reard to the sun their pure cnameled green.
And far away, in soften'd murmurs fle d.,
That foaming C, which had such terror spread,
Rol'd back into its spacious bay and Lake;
And will, tits hoped, more its bed forsake.
The skies grew bright, the Sun in splendor shone,
For those dark clouds with all their gloom were gone;
And Peace once more assumed her cheerful reign,
While wonted Ease and Plenty walk'd the plain.
Thus sang the Carrier as he roamd along;
His Party's triumph glowing in his song
That Party's good will long his breast inspire;
To strike with manly grace, the sounding Lyre:--
BEST be that land; that land renowndly greats
The dread of Tyrant's, and the Despot's hate;
Long may its Flag to Foreign Nations prove,
The messenger Of Promise, Hope, and Love:
That land, that flows with honey, milk, and wine;
Where Letters flourish, and where Arts refine:
freedoms fair cline, the noblest and the best!