Washington sentinel. [volume] (City of Washington [D.C.]) 1853-1856, 1855-03-27
THE LOGAN GRAZIER.
BY THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.

BY THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.
AT dawn 10 where the heritage grows,
Up yonder hill the grazier goes.
Obedent TO his every word
Before him stalk the lowing herd.
Reluctant in the misty morn,
With stamping hoof and tossing horn,
With heightened low and angry moan,
Go black and dappled, red and roam.
Through drain and hollow, up the hill
They pass, obedient 10 his WILL
The slender OK and mighty bull
The grazier thinks them beautiful.
You see less beauty in the herd.
Than IN yon orange-tinted bird;
You fix your better pleased gaze
On yon broad sweep of emerald maize,
Yon naples on the hillside high,
Or on yon field of waving rye
More pleased with maize, or rye, or trees
The grazier's Sights not on these.
He sees Melted purse of gold,
In every believing lhree-year old.
He sees new comforts round his home,
When buyers down from Tazewell come.
He sees his cabin nigh the creek,
lis mud-daubed chimney changed TO brick.
lis rude logs hid by clap.boards sawed,
Split shingles on It's roofso broad;
New puncheons on the WORKOUT floor
A picket fence before the door,
And cups of tin and plates OF deli,
And pewter spoons, adorn the shelf.
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On cupboard top are rows of books
The Pilgrim of the dreaming John,
And Weems's life of Marion
The wel-thumbed speeches of Calhoun,
The pictured life of Daniel Boone;
D'Aubigne's story told so well,
How Luther fought and Cramner FELL
To please his wife yellow gown,
And beads 10 deck his daughters brown.
A jack-knife for his youngest son,
A rifle for his eldest one.
All these 10 him the cattle low,
As up the hill they slowly go.
He fears no ravage OF disease,
'Mong brutes so strong and fat as these.
There's salt enough for them in store,
Brought from kanawha's muddy shore
The heritage on the Bill is good,
The fern is thick within the wood
There's tender grass in yonder drain,
And peavine on the summit plain.
High thought of gain that moment thrills
The grazier OF the Logan hills.
He envies not the hero bold
lie cares not who may office hold.
The statesman's pride, the stout mans limb,
The lovers hopes are naught TO him.
His mind three things alone receives
His wife, his children, and his beevcs.
So these may flourish and be fair,
All else around is smoke and air.
oh, Logan Grszier, stout and strong,
Despising fraud, defying wrong;
Brave as thine ancestors who bore
The scars Of combat long and sore,
And fearless met in battle shock,
The wild and painted Shawanock
True as the rifle in thy hand
And generous as thy fertile land
Full off Eye eaten by thy side
Thy cakes OF corn and venison fried:
OF in thy cabin as thy guest
Have stretched my weary limbs to rest
love TO note thy honest brow,
Staunch friend and true companion thou;
And know no manlicr form is seen
Than dwells within thy coat Of jean
Truth fills those eyes so keeny set d
Beneath thy fox-skin cap, and yet
| would not that thy lot were mine,
would not that my lot were thine.
Guard thou thy bceves and count thy GOLD,
BE glad when those great herds are sold.
For me, by midnight lamp, pore
My manuscript in silence DER.
Each TO the path that suits his feet;
Each toll, for time is moving fleet,
And soon in woollen shroud arrayed,
Both in our narrow collins laid,
ii matters not " cattle fair,
Or making songs hasbeen our care.
The poets and the grazier's form
Shall feed alike the greedy worm;
Shall pass the poets glowing words,
Shall pass the grazier's lowing herds;
And from mems memory fade away
Both grazier's shout and poets lay.