Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1850-07-13

The iron lIorse,

There were noble s,eeds in the days Of old,
They were ferce in battle, in danger bold;
They clatkc,l IN arnnr. and shcne in gold,
And they bore their riders with lofty pride
But the fr,h Horse. ihete were none like lgii
Ne Nhitls you along til your eye Is dim,
Til your brain Ia %rraze,l. aud your senaes swim
With The dizzy landscape on either sid" u
lie springs away with n sudden bound, Cd
Ilis hooi ,nsbod,ien, spuriis the ground,
Ills ,fotfii iashcs It's tpaI,i around,
Like the first faint clouds Of . Thunder slloWSr:
And A stated moDient he ever hnth, -
When he rrsheseorth on his iron path,
And woe 10 him who should rouse his wrath,
Nv %eitlittg him in, beyond Tire hotifl
While other siee1s must be Changing hay,
Must rrr,se by night. and be fed " day,
Let the Iron lIprse have bis way,
And he asks a. no more than ~ fire and wa'e''
lie wears no brille. nor cufbing chain,
II" brooks Is sppr. and h" needs n" re'n'
Only sci him forth On tie open plain.
And hen be The last horse 10 weary OF loiterl
All seasons and timer he will fearless brave,
wrhe,her hot shines the sun, or the north winds
raw: w @
Ilc flies OVER the earth. aud he rides The wdve.
Lake a shadowy cloud o'ert the harvest fields
lie neighs aloud, ne he dashcs by,
And he iire-pparks fash from his cleaning eye.
Ani the vairs re5ernd. and the hills rrrly,
10 the rapid rlsi, oi the laslj7e wheels.
His brnatl, is hot Hs The siroc'a blast,
As il Kisses forth through, his iron teeth,
And Il rolls MP slow, when he hurries past,
Like the morning mist, in a ,npwy wreath,
And You'd better stand il the wan nj war,
where the tolliei 'enth shots ny free and far,
Aud thousands fail. ere the fight is Ger,
Than 10 cross thr patti, that he tlics upon,
Whenever tho hurled md loud -rattlins car,
Lihc {. thmnici gust, comes roaring ont
On olr mountain ridges his chnrin's CLEAN.
ilc follows The track Of the winding stream
lie carries us fprth from our early homes,
10 The fairy scenes of the glowing West,
Where the Father of Water IN grandeur roans,
Through broad sayannas in p%citlnre drest,
Away away with his ceaeolosF roar,
The valley and stream he viii hasten o'etj
Away away where the prairie lies,
Like m emerald sca, meath the fair blue skies, |
With naught in view save the waving grass,
The flowers that bend as his choriots pass.
And in black and fearful host affair.
The countless herds of the buffalo,
That stare of the CLEAN Of his shining car,
Aud away. loud believing aud laundering 90.
with a speed that no foot of the deer cal, pass.
The prairie horses shall Toss the manc.
Tear the ground with their boots and neigh
alnuL
When this strongcr-stced, DOR tNcir free domain,
Comes %ruslil,g on like a dying cloud;
hnr,l. them No, ~ lie onward speeds,
With a tread as lcud as d thousand stecds,
ApIa sound shall be heard through the mountain
q caves,
A sound Through the gloom OF 6ss'e painless
glen. %
Like thr hollow murmur Of breaking D ayes,
Or the moas~red tranp'ng ., rnail-c'ad men
'Tts the Iron Horse he had wood the bound
Or the wild s%icrras It's fenced him round;
he hath no nrotc on the land to gain,
path il Tree 10 tlie western main!