Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1850-01-03
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Burlington Hawk-Eye.

OF THE
Burlington Hawk-Eye.
JANUARY l, 1850.
LAMENT ye, good Patrons, for Forty Mines dead,
And the snow difts Of Winter encircle his head;
He lies, now, rs low as his pathway was high,
And far from the scenes Of his own native sky;
With song we now hallow this hero's decline,
For his day has been bright his birth divine
Tho loud and wild the winds do blow,
And ding their hoar-frost on my brow;
Still will I sing for HALVES and DOLLARS,
And trudge your streets, and climb your shollers.
For Forty-nine, jnst lacking Forty,
The line of fight with Jimmy's party,
slop'd in haste 'tween Night and Morning,
And left the skies o'erhung with mourning.
but from his pathway in the skies, we turn
To where familiar Systems blaze and burn;
To the great marts II this terrestrial ball,
Where Times just balance equalizes all;
Here mark the scenes Of his eventful day,
From morns first blush, 'tin evenings latest ray;
Survey the woes which in his age had birth,
whose vexing might convu,s'd the laboring earth.
See Fire and Sword, at equal hazards play,
And Plague and Famine on each other prey;
All O'ef suS CCTSnS tHeSe washing iliS were SCeu1
Soaring the world with their dsfgur'd mein.
See where those stately barks Of Commerce sweep
Their loaded treasures to the Southern Deep;
Where dusk Missouri's thickly peopled pride,
Rolpd pitchy clouds along her waters side;
Blazing afar, TO all the hills around,
And cracking, crashing, laundering to the ground
For weeks her smoke ascends to azure skies,
And there, like clouds Of wrath. above her lies.
Bit not enough, she yields not to the yoke,
Must feel in every nerve the chastning stroke;
And down it falls, the blasting scourge Of God,
Which long had dealt its dreadful woes abroad.
The Runic swarm, which from the ship-holds crept,
First felt its pangs and to its terrors wept;
And from their dust the dire contagon spread,
And charnels groan'd with their tumultuous dead.
Thro' every alley, lane and street. it run,
And smote the matron, daughter, sire and son,
Till il had swept its thousands to the grave;
The learn'd; the beautiful; the young and brave;
Then like leech that, ever cries for more,
Tho full and sated, seeks a neighboring shore,
Aud there it does its work Of death resume,
There hundreds more pass quickly to the tomb;
And thus it work'd its way o'er all the land,
Like the red Samiel over Afrc's sand.
Then vast thou not, Fair City, doubly bless,
When Gods protecting hand did DER thee rest9
Yet still his sra,h was gently on thee shed
And thou, with tears, lamentei for thy dead;
But it was wrath, in mercy, dealt to thee,
To make thee wise and thy own frailty see.
Erewhile was heard in Europe's sky,
The clash Of armor hraying;
Hungary for freedom brcathcs her sigh,
And her chivalry arrayng,
Brave Kossuth's zeal
And flashing steel,
Made fields of battle CORY,
And won proud wreaths Of glory.
But Rus and Hun and vandal swarm
Pou,'d, like Alpine thunder storm,
Down on his few but gallant band;
Then sword to sword, and hand to hand,
For Freedom, nobly did they fight;
On mountain, fastncss. rock and height,
Barring to BATH IS froat ca n breast,
Till by the vandal swarm opprest,
Quick from the field,
In fight they yield;
But Kossuth's zeal, and Bem's revengeful hate,
| To Freedom yet shall guide their native state;
Shall o'er the stormy Baltic pour the battle cry,
Hungary shall be free, or Kossutls fame shall die
And see gay France, still sits beneath her vine
And quaHs its juice. and thinks her land divine.
.. Crushed is the Bourbon throne;
The sceptrc rusted lies,
The fliets and the diamond crown,
Are view'd with scornful eyes;
| But soon you will hear, from her skies afar,
| The clansor Of steel and the mastering car,
| With sounds Of strife,
And parting life;
And hear mid the Capets h.r Liberty groan
| And see acrown'd head on the Bourbon throne.
| But turn from Europe to our own lov'd earth,
| Land where the free and mighty have thei: birth;
! And here behold the scenes of Party strife,
Each other grapple and contend for life;
| See this one strive with fell and wicked hand,
| To crush, for Party-sake, his native land;
| His god is Party, and to It he bows,
| To il confes ses, pays to it his vows;
| In il Love, Virtue, Truth and Peace abound,
And all beside is waste and barren ground;
While al, who live without his Party's fence,
| Lack either Virtue, Truth or Common Sense;
| Yet whatsoever its wire-workers do,
| Howe'er absurdy 'tis to every view,
! 'Tis named, par erceHcnce, and on does fly,
From leader down, through all the spawning fry;
The great pun their own act the diili ones near
And thus 'tis puffed and praised from ear to ear;
They hold the keys which open Wisdom's door,
| And rightly only can dispense her lore;
No whig can think, in these degenerate days,
! Nor serve the public good, nor merit praise.
| Sec hin. whose fame is haz'd from zone 10 zone,
In lands remote, both Chief and State esman known,
| Aspersed and slandered in this happy land,
| Which he late honor'd with his valiant hand
While those, e,who defame him, kept their chairs
Nor breath'd generous wish to soothe his cares
Who stood where hostile banners trail'd the sky,
/ And dared for country win or nobly die,
Like him Of old, endued with Spartan zeal,
Made Mexic's chiefs yield to his pointed steel;
| And now with churls who dare asperse his name,
Must fight it o'er or lose his spotiess fame;
Those who so loudly in their Journals preach,
And would sound logic to the chieftain teach,
Would build his language mp in lofty pile,
| His periods polish. and refine his style,
Show him how Sense in pompous words should rise
} And in what Art the force of speaking lies,
still though their minds with Science overflow,
They dare descend TO paltry things and low;
For who's poiish'd. would belle offend,
And who that writes would not his name append?
Plain facts are these but palmer none than true,
And he who reads can their life picture view.