White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1857-09-17
GBpiee poetrp.
SONG OF COMMERCE.
!. BY CAPTAIN C. W. cUTTER.

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Oh, come from the dull, tame round Oflife, -
From the paths so vsinly troi-- -.
81 From The arts Of man and his petty strife,
Der the glad rsves, come sbsoadi 4 %
The compass shall guide trssklsss way $50
d: Der the wild, wild waves-we roam, nrs,s
When -ioads obscure The Light of day, - Eo~y
AnI,he sea j, white with foam. -....-
With song aaa cheer we hssts to lsuseh
Oar bsrk DER the waters blue s1a
Tnsir giant RIBS are strong and Siaaneh
is1 A. the hilislEhsrsoa they grew T-tt
They are hsuu from out The veteran oak, -
That centuries have withstoOd i,..,,s 81 81
The rsndns force fthe thunder-strOke,
In the rank, Of the ancient wood.
For masts wei rear the mountain pine,
That far to the northward grows,
Whose lofty bsaghs, ike emsralds, shine, -
Der the drifting Polar shows.
Wen stay them with sinuOus eOriass taut,
That, under press Of sail, tr
They win not sPEing when the tack 10 brought.
Asd she heels 10 the rushing gale.
. With each siudaing and top gallant sheet,
With her royals poised in air, =
And sky-saiis Ike the Clouds that meet,
And the heaven for change prepare t
And proudly DER all our Union stars,
Fromher taPering top-mast.high,
With the earthquake shouts Of her gallant tars,
VIII fling to their native sky.
Then away from the lAndmah's wildesed view
Shall fee her graceful fern, .-;t
The spray Of the Alpine biIlOws through,
With the speed Of the flying storm;
Thou hast no Kings or grooming slaves,
Thou ancient, glorious sea,
Thou realm OF wild and restless waves,
Thou home Of the fearless flSe!
HDrrahi o'e, the bounaless fields roam,
Ger thy bfIlswI stywari rolled, 4. 80
Embossed BY the white caps glitisring foam, ?
And fretted with solar gold;
And when, defending the curtaasd West,
Days lingering beams expire,
Our highway Ger your heaving breast,
Shall brighten with CLEANS of FIRE. ~ 4
Wen view the glowing Eden isles
Der thy orient azure rise, sc
Like the cloth ef gold the sunset piles grey
Der the bills Of the Eastern skies. els
Wen view the glttsring iceberg roll
Where the ocean Is frozen white,
As we slacken sail at the sunset pole,
BY the glare Of the Northern Light;
Fe shall see the wealth OF every shore,
In our priceless cargo shine;
The cleaning piles of golden ore, -.
And the gems Of every mins.
Then speeding over our course sublime,
With our sload Of sails unfsFled;
Wen hasten back tS our native cline,
From our race around the world
wfo talks of w.ri We have guns below,
- Ani steel OF the truest make; --f
AMI where is the vain aud reckless foe,
Their thunder shall dsre waksi
4. ar peaceful Gag, that ns'sr old blaneh
Where the smoke of the contest grew.
Though it bsari' the shade Of the olive branch,
Is cleaning with arrows, too
And the deeds Of our lion-heartedsires
With the huss Of that flag are known,
That now is flashing its starry frs -T
In the clouds of every zone;
The tide from these ciotte i-scuppers poured,
Made crimson the dark -blps. main, .!a ie
When the stricken foe hath seen them board,
Like the rush OF the hurricane,
Should his hostile flag appear sgaiu
Der the tires of his sileneed guns,
The blood that his shattered bulRark stains, ~
Shall prove that are their sons ..........
The var-cry fthai glorious band, -
Shall revive every breeze:
The freedom Of our native land,
The freedom ofthe seas.