Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1856-01-03
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CARRIERS ADDRESS
To the Patrons of the
IL a ST ER NJ TIM Il
January 1874
January l, 1855.

sing the Printers care, his daily pains,
The hope that lifts him, and the task that chains
His anxious toll to raise the public mind )
Ills skill to clear the path for youth designed
His faithful watch DER life's expanding ray,
To guide society ur improvements way,
Ills unprised worth in freedoms happy state,
And all the glories on his path that wait
The Printers lot is filed with pain and care,
Which hut devoted hearts are fit to bear.
His rank aud worth in freedoms cause great,
Surpassed by few that bless the public state.
fIiz is the task to fit the public mind
For all the stations by its God designed.
His too should be the blissful recompense
To share the joys which freedom can dispense.
The Printer Whose feeling soul indignant burns,
Ills honest claims when evil nature spurns
Whose injured spirit must for years sustain
Tolls weary load, and Poverty's dark chain;
Condemned alone to wake each anxious morn,
To meet neglect, and to encounter scorn
To wear his strength, his very life away,
In thought by night, in earnest care by day
To spend the long and patient hour in vain,
To the slumber Of the public brain
Aud see his best sndeavors unconfessed,
Zen when success attends his labors test;
lie who mus, toll, till lfes best hope shall fade,
And find his task with stinted hand repaid
Compelled to take the boon which just will bear
To the fsnting spirit from despair,
Nor leave the means to feed the soaring mind
With the rich treasures for its growth designed
Who still must follow life's recedng ray,
Yet see his early visions pass away
Ills all the pride ofhearts with worth endued,
Ills the rich recompense of doing good
And more than all, his the ecstatic glow
OF fellow worker with his God below
Since first the Indian saw the white mans flame,
And cried Oh welcome as the stranger came,
How blessed the change this happy land has viewed
To glad her shores, and cheer her solitude
Ger half the world the shades of nature lay,
Art lent glow, and science sent ray;
The whirlwind rushed through endless groves Of oak
And savage voices on the silence broke.
From early time through days and years unscanned,
That rolled their circles round this gloomy land,
Der which the sun diffused his wasted light
And wild flowers boomed with useless beauty bright
Devoid Of culture, unimproved by taste,
The Indian ruled DER natures boundless waste.
Ger tracklcss forests and extended plains,
Where mighty rivers roll through fair domains
Der eloud-grt mountains, and by sandy shores,
Whose rocks neer echoed to a white mans oars,
Whose waves beheld no broad white sail expand,
No civic dome along the barren strand;
Herr. in his nride the child Of nature scovled.
1yud nc ,he wolves that rornd his dwelling bouled
Nov r,s,.o ~. ava ,,on- ,boso ,.or,.a r,o,rs
what trace Of savage emnire here remains !,
The occan rolls as has svsr rolIad
And mountains rice ,,.;as,;c.uv hold
Ru, far have as, the sav,r. and the boar
A.d n,,rre h,ooos hone.tb n. p,,r,.r,sr.r.
Its rich abundance the glad earth resigns,
The sea its treasures and The wild its pn.s:
No,v ,,ovvs e,cl s,ona with v;-t,o,s ba,or.5 fire
,s,;anc. .or,ss forth and bids br so,,s admire
yybs-s once tho ,rr,rs,, ,,oon,.d among tho trees
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yvb.rs the wolf bovvied oD,.,i. heau,v l,.e,.
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