Litchfield enquirer., 1852-01-22
LITCHFIELD ENQUIRER
LITCHFlEID, January %, 1859
PierpOnl'S Poem.

! Ertr.ct from, the Rec. John Pierpont',
Poem at the Litch field Jubilee. IA.
Fhe", on day like this, we come. dear moth,
| T" hon,r the, and welcome one another
To the old homestead, nature bids us lock
10 see what names are blotted from thy book
! And what remain Of those we used 10 see
Honoring themselves, and, in that, h onorins
thee. "" sos
Mysalf-a stranger, can only touch .s.
Upon i.w-perhaps cen that's too much.
| Ger once familiar names a shade is thrown,
And names now honored are TO me unknown
Those fro m my memory may never blot
Will these forgive me it | name them not :
Thy Reverend Champion champion tor
the truth
| see him yet. as in my early youth;
His outward man was rather short than tail,
His wig was ample. tho his fame was small,
Active his step, and cheerful was his air,
And o, how Tree and fluent was his prayer
He sleeps in peace and honor /; but no son
Upholds his name His followers, Hunting tOn,
Betchcr. and all who since have fill'd his place,
A'e running yet. and running we'll, their race.
C"ifit.s. who prophesied ere Champion came,
Has heirs, to upheld his venerable name
But other names-names honored more or less
Known or unknown to me, around me- press
Some were familiar to my childish ear,
Others knew not till saw them here ;"
few of them into my verse weave,
The rest TO fate and tardier Fame leave,
This is demanded by the fseing hour,
And over that, not bards themselves have
power.
As thine own Forests from the hillside fall,
Thy Mile grow ra.er. and thou nred'sl them
all
Thy SaWyers have withdraw to newer lands
Yet here and there Bonrdman b. thee stands;
Tothy broad skIrsth tn, faithful Burr oiis stick.
That thou wi, comfort DER thy hills lnay'st
tide,
Some Of thy Coils within thy call abide
Thou re'er hast had Tr0iter, that know
Thine aged GaIiop lett thee long ago
Yet can'.l thou ride-way-wise and strong Of
limb,
Thine .dmJIe,'s left, So lrust thyself to him.
No Seaman do | find upon Thy roll,
To take thy .Narihway towards the Arctic
Pole.
No needle guideth thy adventurous tars,
So much the rather may'st thou Thank thy
Stars.
Nor naked art thou by thy childr en- left,
Noa of thy raimsnt shalt thoa he beref
For h"nsh, az now, for aye should keep aloof
From thee Wrarer. with his gorgeous wool,
Yet hath the tide o! lime, that knows no ebb,
Brought for by use Wedster with H'ebd.
Some Of thy Birds have flown grieve TO say,
Scared by thy F'o,Oiers and thy Hunts. away,
Sill do thy Robbins cheer thee with their
Threats,
And all Try Dozens and Fenns are gladdened
by their notes. eE
Nor BY thy Hunts is all thy larger game
Chased irtm thy soil-iof, whether wild or
tame, .... ....-.. !
u harmed and seeking from NO foe 10 hide,
No arrow quiveiing in h;s bleeding side,
When the Fl rec summer sun upon him looks
Thy Hart still pan'eth by The water brooks.
+ ,.u hast an .aaam--ot the first trow,
Nor vt The last as any man may kn@T.
A d, Mother, will thine Adam give me leave
T" speak one word Of counsel to his FIVE !
| Ills simply this. Where'er YOU'RE tempted
madam,
II you mill yield, do SO, but don't tempt Adam.
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