Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1858-01-07

IranSmute tneSe factlOnSs turbulent and DOldj
Into the purest streams of liquid gold.
Some love thee yet, and keep within their hearts,
Unstained by party strife and party y-arts,
Their word and oath from perjury as few,
As twas the day when first twas pledged to thee
IT'S for their sake most fervently pray,
That, as in olden time distractions day
Was oft averted for the righteous Free"
So now, this danger may be stayed by you.
1 louc thee, noble Mistress, and when youth
Nerved up this palsied arm to strike for Truth,
1 mingled in thy contests and thy wars,
And Ills for thee, wear these honored scars;
But now, when time has silvered DER my head,
And robed me for the place where sleep the dead
Oh hear my prayer, and ever DER my grave,
Let thy broad banner freely, proudly wave,
And let thy lute-strings harp my funeral song,
And blazoned panoplies the strain prolong!
Most noble prayer for these degen'rate times,
So much in need of bold satyric rhymes,
So much in need of Junius' scathng pen
To bring to light the deeds of wicked men;
But other subjects claim my humble muse,
And humber thcmes she would more fitly choose
Women were heroines once of noblest worth,
And owned their native greatness from its birth;
But now, alas! they we lost that better part,
And clasped Turing wanton to their heart.
All! where the spartan mothers now to tell
Their valiant sons-"go fight your battles well,
And victOrs then return, or never more
Present yourselves at the maternal door;
For mothers hearts those sons can never claim,
Who meekly wear the Tyrant's slavish chain?'
Where now are those of that heroic time
Which tried mems souls before an awful shrine,-
Who cheered their sterner brothers to the fight,
And smiled on courage battling for the right7
All, they are from us gone, most honor'd few,
And in their stead is found harlOt crew,
Who barter every virtue of their race
For low ambition, and unholy place,
And in the halls of strife and party clang,
"Give hideous birth to masculine harangue,"
Shout for their rights, and execrate their wrongs,
In State conventions land mmodest songs.
Demented creatures, lost to Virtues way,
List to the voice of Wisdom and obey,
For, yet, by gentle teachings would she lure
Your stranger footsteps to the good and pure
Go watch, she says, the brightly cleaning star,
Which pours its tender radiance from afar,
Though pales its gentle light before the sun,
1t murmurs not, but unseen, shineth on,
And when the shades of night grow thick and darl
1t sets its little lamp-like heaven spark
And ever thus, its radiance appears
More brightly glorious as darkness nears.
Thus, like the star, let thy best virtues shine,
Oh Womn, brightest in the darkest time.
Mark how the ivy climbs the mountain ash,
And twincs about it like highland sash,
And, thus, by fond embrace, its chiefest fort,
1t tender strength imparts, and gains support.
Go seek the lily on the mountain side,
See how it hangs its head as if to hide
Meath woody copse, and thckly matted maze,
Its native virtues from the public gaze,
But, hiding, lets its precious breath distil
Der every neighboring glen, and friendly hill.
Thus, Woman, let these symbols teach to thee
The strength of virtue and simplicity.
| Religion nOblest heroism has shown,
And claims that sacred passion as its own;
But now, alas, where glows that holy fame,
Since gospel truths have grown so very tame?
Let very horror seize me while rhyme
The christian woes of this degen rate time!
Where now, indeed, is gospel truth and love,
That once did fall, like mamma from above7
Daughter of Zion! much art thou misised,
And much thy state and character abused,
BY those, who, now, thy titles falsely wear,
And both thy holy name, and cause forswear.
Steeped IN their earthly lusts for public fame,
They mar thy Temples, and thy God profane,
Neglcctipg to proclaim eternal life,
They stir the people up to party strife,
And let thy holy truths in dust await
Until they've preached the politics of state.
Oh by the shades of those most holy men,
Whose names stand out on time like midnight gems
BY those ostpotent thoughts for God and right,
Which fell from Channings lips, and Dr. Dwight
And all that honored host of holy men
Whoever breathed thought, or touched a pen,
AT whose grave birth the morning stars did sing
And through the heavenly choir the anthems ring
BY all the good the gospel e'er has done,
Since first twas brought to earth by Heavens Sor
BY all you are, and ever hope to be
For present time, and for eternity,
Their angry strifes and fierce dissensions cease,
And let us have again religious peace.
Then Hail Patrons, Hail! I've sung you song
the times,
Il song of cold times, "A song Of the nep, son
of few hurried rhymes.
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Thus memorializes the Winsted (R. L.
Herald:
A queer world is this. We recollect
young lady, former resident Of Winsted
beautiful and accomplished, and the daugh
ter of pious and venerable old Methods
Elder We remeber her as most arden
advocate of the humanity side in politics
a rapturous reader of Uncle Toms Cabin j
the village club of young ladies, and anti
slavery in all places and on all necessar.
occasions. Not long ago we recorded tn
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