The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1858-02-06

The tyrant quaking on bis crumohn8 urone,
May envy beggars olling IN tAslr dust;
And there are slaves Of gold and power, and lust,
And servile 'hralls Of fashion, pomp, and pride,
Whose chains gold and yet whose hearss are rust
doubt not thousands IN their chariots ride
Oer Broadways pave whose souls by gold are crucned
Nailed down to daily trees Of yellow gold,
Whereby the Chris, within s soourged sfresh,
And buffeted and mock'd with shasses untold
His Rodhead tortured through their wretched flesh,
And His pure spirit wouod In narrow mesh
on vain desires and enves, and low deeds;
Or bayed by hungry passions l00sed from leash-
o goldl that shsudst be slave OF mortal needs
Thou att indeed the Cross, which Saviour beeds
Three-tcore and ten the prophets liberal span,
And Mammon claims each day, from year TO year,
The eye, the tongue, the heart, the soul Of man;
And all, that some poor, grOvelng may rear
tombstone loitier Than his mortal peer
sepu.chIe ~bereunto, cay by day,
Since first the greed and pride of gold began,
HIS toll hath added heaps OF gliuering clay,
Beneath which heart and soul must wiher and decay
Girdl-ng our homes, as once the serpent wound
It's coils around Laocoon's hapaess race,
The folds Of Sham DER youth and maid are bound
No more they claim our love by modest grace,
But bend the plant neck in Difference base,
To purse proud lgnor ance and bold pretence;
No more those bomely virtues may we trace
Our young republics glory and defence
unworthy ancient faith % guide our modern sense
To dress-,o dtne--to slee -tdAdress again
With gaudy waste OF robes 10 sweep o street;
To speculate, suspen,, "wind up and then,
With tarnished pane to other climes retreat:
Full oft must Shams poor slaves such chances meet;
Yet meaper fools stili ape their tnsei guise-
From clerks who starve 10 buy Opera seat,
To tbIs mess men" who dream that Paradise
From browp stone fronts and marble stores may rise.
But she-the maid whose fragile frame can bear
No hardship save the gslopaae waltz,
Hath ate DO lot Sith manly worth 70 sharep
Must she 10 nature and herself prove false
While love rebukes her PRIDE and truth revots
From that which doous Its bloom 10 earliest blight;
All, why must Shams SAD, witheriug assaults
Correde her faith and staic her nsture bright,
Til ali the angel from her woman's soul takes fight
With marble squares TO bound her narrow world,
And slkeD shr-ds 10 cranp her reason crude,
Through Folly maze and Pleasures pageants whirpd,
Behold the type OF Fashions wOmanhOod
Not such as by the Mount cf Calvary stOod-
Not such slides through camp anG hospital,
With SOFT compas SONS feariessnees endued;
But Vanity s poor child and Custom 3 thrall-
waltz her hsaveD-her love, q hat or shawl
Bedeck'd with gauds Of gorgeous wool and dye
That style the choicest which shall grace her least,
Our proud r. spublic's daughter rusties by
dry goods sgp--a card tor her rsodtste
Meanwhile, her lord, by hungry brokers feeced,
O'er ledsers poring, pods his tedious days
Content, poor wretch, (st intervals releasd)
10 mark his household iD their tinsei blaze,
And feel that ali s Snam, and YETI sham he paysl
Ill bodos the future when race like ours
To foreign wiles halt yields its native powers;
When homespup virtues, like domestic cloths,
On dus, y shelves ,ie eaten by the moths;
When kpglsh ton TO EDgsb snoooey wins,
And Gallo costuues COAX to Gallo sins
shame tracks the path sDd freedom shuns the goal
Where serviie Fashion .empts the youthful soui
Whore Foily't shrre It's pinchbeok offerings Graves,
And Sham regns monarch DER descending slaves