Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1850-01-04
TO THE PATRONS OF THE
WISCONSIN yHVEgIEggJNEI.

And they looked bloodstained, Hope sghas,
And Time had to crawl, for ne could fly.
Yet these wings new, only year ago,
onruied, unst'lned, and as pureas the
A. s he f d S m Se Years f 6a he e4"hd gda them on
And Hope as she gazed on their plumage bright,
Whispered a tale OF such soft delight,
Ths, sy TasFei Esied o e @ upon %i %o soe7 s9 NuYe.
On flew Time with the rosy hours
Hope srswng his path with flowers;
Hope told of another world free from pain
As he aaPPed his broad pino"s Ger hungary's plains,
She promised success to the, the Magyar band.
That freedom should dwell in their native land
And glorious Liberty, trumphing rise,
From the blood-reeking fields of their sacrifice
Time passed along, and the Alagyars brave
Fought-perished--and rest, in bloody grave!
Or trusting in traitors, were barlereG and sold
With y their ruined go! country Y for Russian gold
AS he passed DER she Red Mans wild domains,
Ger the prairies wide, they walk and they ride,
No end is there seen, TO the human tide,
That rolls towards California plains.
Onward they press-nor fatigue, distress
Can hinder their march, or impede their way,
For untold, of virgin gold,
(rhs is the story that Hope has told)
Await them at San Francsco's Bay
What spectres gaunt, are these that haunt
And hover around the emigrant band
Famine and Death stealing their breath,
And strewing their bones on the desert heath,
For road-marks to guide, to the golden land!
Let the blood stained fields of Hungary tell
How Time fulfilled Hopes promises there;
Let the bones that lie where the grey wolves DWELL
Answer how faithful Hopes prophecies were!
Is Hope Demon n Angels disguise,
With tales false the Motors glare,
Seducing US on, the realms OF despair
Will Time thenne fulfill the dreams,
AS bright as the mornings golden beams,
That Hope gently watts to the sleeper's
Promising tor the coming year,
That shall bury the attending the last
nd max full amends for the woes of the past
Oh lei US believe it, in spite of the page
Of Experience traced by the fingers of age
We part from Hope, though each promise avail, us
As all she has made US before,
We will part from Hope though misfortune assai
And Famine and Pesilence stand by door,
Then Happy Newly ear all who toll,
Whether Gbore beneQth the soil
Cherish bright hopes for the coming year,
Of happier times and better cheer.
Soon Shall the Miner reach the
That shall pay for all labor expended before;
To the Merchant, Mechanic and Farmer, Hope says
{" Labor on, coming 10 better days"
Brisk business. good crops and livelier times,
Good markets, good prices. and plenty Of dimes
But alas! for the Lawyers, and Doctors fate,
Hope says . they all going Of date
We advise them to burn up their quackery rigging,
Buy good set Of tools. and turn out to digging
And farewell rhymes ended,
They poor old verses" and might be mended,
If poet lived any where to do It;-
But there no poets about the - Point.
So you get them all broken and out Of joint,
Like little girls doll with its head smashed in
One pulled off, and hole in its chin,
With slit down its back and its leg through it
But if they don't flow harmonious ard level,
What could you expect from
Painters DEvIL.