The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1855-01-06
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Tsthc Patrons Of the Daily ninnesetlaz
Another Cycle of the Seasons fed
Another year is numbered with the dead.
"Tis fitting that we now review the past
And for this Year take warning from the last
When we have failed, oh ! let us now begin
Our work anew, that we, success may win.
The Gland we live in" is child of light
Arrayed in Freedoms glorious beauty bright
And for this land, our glory, and our pride,
Our brave forefathers, fought and bed and died
They fought for Freedom, aided well by thost
Who styled themselves Oppression's bitter foes
The patient Germans, and the gallant French
With the brave Irish, labored in the trench
And with our Sires, on the ensanguined plain
Poured out their life-blood like the dropping
rain.
Their battles ended, see in triumph wave
Our glorious banner, DER Nation brave.
That Nations gates wide open too were flung
10 all tn Oppressed whate'er might be theil
tongue.
They gave welcome warmly to each man,
And ne'er inquired his Country, Sect, or Clan
From earth's far corners on the stormy sea,
Down n-trodden crowds, Columbia, flock to thee
Safe on thy shores, their journey they can plod
Pursue their tolls, and freely ,oorship God.
Here with thy native children they combine,
And strive to make new wealth and glory thine.
While Europe's Monarchies are plunged in war,
O'er our bright land shines Freedoms peaceful
Star.
In our vast Cities, wealth and plenty DWELL
Our Nations Sentries truly cry calls WELL"
Our western prairies, where the tall grass grows,
Begin to ''bud and blossom as the rose"
The forests fall, and in their place arise
Cities, with church spires pointing to the Skies
The ''school house" stands where late the Indian
brave,
Gazed in full power DER Minnesota's wave
Fabrics of art are borne upon it's stream
The wild woods echo to its whistling steam.
Crowds of stout farmers move along the roads,
Bearing to .We,O Homes their domestic loads.
The furrowed land on every side displays
Vast stores of wealth to cheer the passer's gaze.
The fertile prairies their rich produce yield
The fattened herds low pleasantly a-feld-
And Lake, and stream, and Happy Homes
around,
Bid us to worship with love profound
The gracious God, from whom all blessings
spring,
To whom our hearts their grateful tribute bring.
And now may all upon this New Years day
Cast all harsh animosities away.
Let friends, who long perchance have been
estranged, -.t .-.-
Come forth together, with their feelings changed,
And burying in Oblivion former Strife,
With the New Year begin purer life.
Fair Minnesota! Wild Flower of the West
May st thou press onward, prosperous and blest.
May every settler on thy blooming plains
Reap such reward as Industry attains.
Well, may thy Farmers labor be repaid,
And may thy merchants drive a thriving trade
May Arts, and Science flourish far and wide,
And add new grace to Minnesota's pride,
Until st. Paul a cynosure shall be,
OF all that's great and noble, wise and free,
The grand Emporium, which the settingsu sun
Delights to throw his parting beams upon.
A "Happy New Year." Patrons, to you all
The Carrier greets you, on his morning call.
He is the bearer of your morning news,
Which may instruct the old-the young amuse
In the cold mornings with his well-filled pack,
Through snow and rain he plods upon his track.
No hardship this-to cheer him on his way
Thoughts of his mission on his mind will stray
The papers resting underneath his arm
Have for all eyes most surprising charm.
"News from the East-Sebastobol is ta'en
And whole army of Russians slain"
That was hoax no matter-Barnum's page
Proves that "Humbug" belongs to this, our age.
With War and Humbug we have nought to do
The Carrier would again his theme renew.
He wishes to you, Patrons, one and all,
The choicest blessings that on man may fall.
Around your bearthstones, with their homelike
song
May all your girls be fair, your sons all brave
Nav Vice and Fashion neer their minds enslave.
A parting word to Minnesota's Fair
That Sex whose charms are potent everywhere.
Oh! Woman, God-beloved, and lovely Woman
Without you, man would truly be inhuman.
Remember that your mission here below,
Is to refine our bliss-dispel our woe.
Our tolls were all unblest without thy smile
Which ever tends our sorrows to beguile.
Our happy Homes would lack their fairest
grace,
Without the sunlight of thy radiant face.
Where were our pleasures if disproved of thee
Without thy charms, e'en joy, would joyless be-
The rustic cot-how thy bright eyes enhance
It's home delights, with Loves inspiring glance.
The merry sleigh-ride, and the winter ball,
Without thy presence have no charm at all.
Long may'st thou flourish, loving, and adored,
The ''ne plus ultra" of our "bed and board.u
Ny theme is done-the Carrier now
To all would make his parting bow.
May every table on this day
The richest viands we'll display
wish the Ladies' many "calls -
Gay sleigh-rides, and delightful "Balls"
wish to all, the heartiest cheer,
And bliss throughout the present year.
Counting SPOUSE Almanat