Washington sentinel. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1853-1855, 1855-03-25
THE LOGAN GRAzIER.
BY THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.

BY THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.
Al dawn TO where the herbsge grows,
Up yonder hill the grazier goes.
Obedient 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, obedieni TO his WILL
The slender OK and mighty bull
The grazier thinks them beautiful.
You SEQ less beauty in the herd,
Than in yon orange-tinted bird;
You tx 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 sight is not on these.
He sees aanetted purse Of gold,
In every believing three-year old.
He sees new comforts round his home,
When buyers down from Tazewel come.
lie sees his cabin nigh the creek,
Its mud-daubed chimney changed TO brick.
lis rude logs hid by clap boards sawed,
Split shingles on lis roof SO broad;
New puncheons on The WORKOUT floor,
picket fence before the door,
And cups OF tin and plates OF deli
And pewter spoons, adorn the shell.
Close where the rife hangs on hooks,
On cupboard top are rows of books
The Pilgrim of the dreaming John,
And Weems's life Of Marion
The well-lhumbed 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 bis 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 hill is good,
The fern is thick within the wood
There's tender grass in yonder drain,
And pea.vine on the summit plain.
High thought OF gain that moment thrills
The grazier OF the Logan hills.
He envies not the hero bold,
He 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 beeves.
SO these may flourish and be fair,
All else around is smoke and air.
Oh. Logan Grazier, 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 rife in thy hand,
And generous as thy fertile land
Full oft I've eaten by thy side
Thy cakes oil corn and venison fried:
OF in thy cabin as thy guest
Have stretched my weary limbs 10 rest.
love 10 note thy honest brow
Staunch friend and true companion thou
And know no manlier form is seen
Than dwells within thy coat of jean;
Truth fills those eyes so keenly set
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 bis feet;
Each toll, for time is moving feet,
And soon in woollen shroud arrayed,
Both in our narrow collins laid,
IL matters not If cattle fair,
Or making songs has been our care.
The poets and the graziers form
Shall feed alike the greedy worm;
Shall pass the poets glowing words,
Shall pass the graziers lowing herds;
And from mem. memory fade away
Both grazlers shout and poets lay.