The Woodville Republican. [volume] (Woodville, Miss.) 1847-1853, 1852-01-13

W nlte the nNutu oi Aut ttNe " ~~tfH
Oh ne er has the sky DER aland like ours
! Bent down with its arch of blue,
Or joymlly wept in its crystal showers,
Or gemmed the glad earth with dew.
Give me the land where ,yranl strong
Ne'er trod with his Iron heel,
But the land where the shouting working
throng
ExBt in a sounding peal; nais"
Where the strong man looks 10 his maker,
God. ..,-
As he falls on his bended knee,
Then thrusting the blade into the uncursed
sod. tH
Thanks heaven that he is free. eel
Give me the land where the plough's bright
1u share Doe t.-I si1 H| 'aA'' 's.
Turns wealth from the virgin soil, ia.f
NoI melts in the Jorge whence the Vulcan
, bear e
A sword for the warriors spoil
Not the sofg ofthe soldiers bloody trade,
Nor The trimpet's s,urting twung, see 81 Z"
But tile vow VI peace ON the altar laid
Round the. .hearlh.stone foudly sang.
oh brights the land where the golden
u gram g,uu ssgot4ag
a ayes over the fertile fields. 9., - 55,t
Aud tai ripe corn on the spreading plain,
Its harvest OF bonntles yields
Where the sounding frail as il swings in air
Fails fast on the threshlng-iioor, Ia a
Aud the autumn sun shows,hu tolleB there
With the gold dust covered Der. ae4a
Weave out from the treads of the busy loom
A story OF meaning high, lu Goa t, Hl
While the workers lhrong in the lighted
room,
And in tabor proudly vie; 'Ne ''"" Y
Weave out, by the hands OF the maidens fair
AS they sing mid the shuttle's sound, rl
The fabrics Of homemade cloth to ware,
As fine as ever was found,
Let the hammer vast on the anvil ring. d
! As it moulds the massive shaft, IL,
Aud the workers bo ID all their forces bring
In The skill Of their handicrait.
Let the Iron rest! Lethe hammer groan
Let the labor harp be strung a
White the mighty tone Of that string alone.
4 ith It's joys around us rung.
Kinde the gsme in the furnace fire as fts
la the smoky, beIchng forge, AT
+ While the red flames leap in their earnest
higher '"
From the pit the toiers gorge; af'
Lei on the blast OF The bellows vast, re.t
| Till the ore with its lisry breath .lf.....
TO a molten sea Is reso Sed at last,
Like crater flied with death. #
Delve down in the deep and gloomy mine,
And bring out your treasures thence
" here the richest ores in their beauty shine
The bounLies OF Providence it55 af
They are given for use by the ffeemans
hand ....... t.....r.,
! In the glorious arts Of Peace,
4 Till his voice shallcfy III each older land
A Thai the despoL's power shall cease. a .a
Leave not IN the earth, or the mountain side
The wealth which is freely given;
To sharpen your drills, and your .ask abide
Til the solid rock is riyen :
There is gold IN that mass Of Iron ore
There is gold IN that gittering pile.
Which lreemen win ffomthe ample store,
And sing vi there Joys the while. 'i9t'--
Send forth on the broadly rolling stream,
And the rivers Rowing tide,
With the mind OF man, aud might " steam
The vessels that swiftly glide w aas
Pile them up high with The countless stores
Well earned by the freeman's hand
While they bear to isles and distant shores
@ Their blessings to every land. 'a
| The Iron horse sent with his heart Of fire.
And the lightning speed he hath,
. Wnle his feet in heir ardor never tire,
Rotating upon has path; 3f
Pile up The burden vast and high! sa baa
For wonderous steed is he,
In tie mighty Strength Of his forecast thigl
And the might of his plant knee! ~
|, Let the broad land wake ia proudest bloom
In the light Of our broader skies
Let the Anvil, Plough. and busy Loom.
!. In their power and grandeur rise 2 ioa
! Let the workers all, in their well-paid toll,
Rejoice wilh labor song,
J And the blessings ofGod on the uncurs'd sol
. be sought by the trusting throng.
Let the y oman sing as he tills the lands,
, And follows the shining plough.
! Let the toiler sg, as he hits his hand,
2 OF wiping his sweating brow! ba
2 Let tie maiden ,iug. Let the Anvil ring
And the raident truth be told
: That the labor OF home, its fruits shall brin
A uuer wealth than Cod! n WV f'-
iThen give me tie blue Of bending sky,
7, sO'er the land of the freeman hung,
y And the bright full beams Of the sun on hig
"A While the hymn Of the free isspngJ tisl
r Oh. ne'er has the sky Ger land like ours
y Beat down wifi its'arch of blue,
Tor joyfasly fwept an itsesyssal showers.
Tor pemmed the glad earth with dew