Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1850-01-03
He led the way, and Cass did follow,
Singing a aPos-sum-up-a-hollow.

Which they did long use,
And did much abuse,
When they were great,
And rupd the State,
And spurn'd the Wings,
As styless Pigs;
From those cheering places ofhonor and gain,
From the Gulf Of the South to the waters Of Maine
And since their defeat,
And their scornful retreat,
They sound the tantara all over the land,
And their pre- loud echo their iendish command;
Since .sold Zack" has been victorious,
Let us make his life ingorious; ..-u
And they're at it. one and all,
Big, little, great, and small,
In the East, in the West,
Holy priest in surplice drest,
Lawyer, Doctor, Judge and Clerk,
All are busy in the work,
And crying loud, as those gannt birds that sail,
High 'mid the skies and croaking pour their wall,
And make the land shake,
With the noise which they make,
How that dotard, s:od gallant ZaCk,"
Pledg'd them his faith then few from the track
Did ye suppose, poor simple fools,
That Old Zack's corpse were horns and stoolss
They well remembered days Of yore,
When they were minus, scorn'd and poor;
How hard they Jared, beneath your sway,
And now they must your deeds repay;
They weigh you with your standard measure,
And find that you are lacking treasure;
This too, they think, is cause abundant,
Why you should be esteem'd redundant;
Why therefore rage, ye doughty fellows,
Ye are not deemed TO knout or galiows.
Your motto was, in days now gone BY,
To others do as ye'd be done by;
Ye made the model which the hero
Dares to copy, true as Nero.
And since he does, why do ye chide him,
And if no scholar why deride him?
Born i'll an age when schools were rare,
And when the rage was militaire,
The road to fame-the only plan,
And this was what then made the man,
Sound Learning then Was much neglected,
Learn'd men too much respected,
But still Old Zack will do his best,
To make his county wise and blest;
And If lie could not write at all
Or make speech like laundering Paul,
18TH! believe, and think I'm right,
That he's hero and can fight.
And were he push'd could write letter
AS nicely polish'd, if not better,
Than great gross of you who rsil him,
And with your frothy spume assail him;
And though the hero don't quite suitye,
De not alaru,'d, he'll do his duty;
Aud If uuclassic he is steady,
And still will be s.oID RouGH AND READY"
But now will cease this rude Party strain,
Nor longer of leaders or chieftans complain;
And turn to my country, the land Of my birth,
The cline Of the free, and the beauty Of Earth.
For dear are her mountains, her streams and her
skies,
Which Liberty guards with her far g,ancing eyes;
And proud of the hoon, which our forefathsrs won
When her soul was unsphcr'd by the great Wash.
ington,
That when fell Invasion approaches our land,
Dread lishtnings dart forth from her vengcful right
hand;
And tho foes be as thick the sand of the seas,
They fall like the leaves of the ost smtten
Here Virtue is shrinei by III, hand of the brave,
And Vice hangs his head like a poor galley slave.
Here Truth,Love and Honor with hPeace,s enshrin'd
And each lend their graces to polish the mind;
Here Tilage, the soul Of this vast fertile land,
To Commerce pours forth the rich fruits Of her
Ani Commerce, in turn, from far foreign shore,
Pours back in her lap the full price OF her store.
Industry at home, and adventure afar,
Makes us mighty in peace and gigantic in war.
And thus by her Arts shall our young Nation rise
The lost Pleiad Star, in the far Western skies.
May Peace ever hallow the land OF my birth
The land Of the brave, and the beauty of earthl
Bnt now, gentle Patrons, one word and Pm done
The Muse is so jaded she scarcely can run,
Yet some son Of Rhyme. more classic than I,
Has sung this old saw, and do not know why,
sThat song soothes pains,' but indeed it true
For my heart has been painting to bid you adieu7
Yet the tears my cheek the fond tears OF jo,
For the love which you tender the HAwx-EYI
News BoY;
But he carries heart in his warm youthful breast
That shall hrob to your love, till it sinks into est
As Of yore, worthy Patrons, extend us your aid
For the sDEvrL" is poor and must live by his trade
And this fond y hoping, we bid you goodbye,
May Want and dull Care from your tre-sides fly;
Yours he each blisswhich poor mortals should know
As long as ye stop in this drear world below,
And to those dear creatures who gladden. this spher
We wish them sssweet joys" and happy New-Year
Rich gifts, to the BELLEs from those gay heartles
fellows,
Who sigh for their hands, are smit with the sci
lows,
But Hebe's choice gifts to all and much JOY,
Is the best dearest wish, Of the CARRIER BOY.
The Cabinet.