The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1858-07-16
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WESTWARD HOT

ny D.. RANDALL.
Westward Hol' the shout ascending,
Echoes wide DER hill and plain;
And toward the wcst is vending
One continuous, eoaseless train.
When the cold earth from her sleeping,
Warns TO life her frozen breast.
Then this mighty train is sweeping,
Ever onward TO the west.
And midsummer secs them marching,
Ever westward, winding slow,
With the summer sky o'crarching,
And their shout Of westward no"
Aud their camp fires dying embcr,
Shoulders in the morning dcws,
When autumnal sad September,
Paints the leaf with russet hues.
Now the homcsteads Of their Fathers
Are behind them and each eye,
Lingers where the twilight gathers
In the distant western sky.
Ardent young and energetic,
Eager, hopeful in the quest;
Gazing with an eye prophetic
AT the future Of the west.
With strong arm, the hardy yeoman,
Rcara an empire now in peace;
Moro eolosaol than tIe Roman
Grander FAR than ancient Greece.
Toiling in the wo.R Titanic.
With a ready arm aud strong;
spurning all those forms tyrannic
BY the old world cherished long
Swelling freedoms wide arena.
Where no sceptered hand can swayj
Rearing there a st. Helena,
That the tyraut's course viii stay.
Building up mighty nation,
Unsurpassed in deathless fame;
And to Freedoms constellation
Adding stars Of brighter flame
There the Crown, the. Robe, the Mitre,
Ne'er shall sway the human mind;
For noblcr day and brighter
Now is dawning on mankind,
Pausei and let imagination
Rend the veil from future years;
Soc. great and mighty nation,
lQpeeu cf an ihe afesD appears,
Towns and villages environ
All those lakes and valleys fair;
And the steed with hoofs Of iron,
Wakes the startled echoes there.
Wakes the wood-nymphs from their dre'min,
Scares them from their haunts away,
With his hideous, fendish screaming,
With his wild, unearthly neigh,
Daslhns o'T the verdant Prairie,
Fleeter than the summer wind;
Leaving bird with pinion airy
(And the tempesD far behind.
laundering through the mountain grgcs,
Onward to the setting sun;
Till where roll his restless surgcs,
Far Paeifcs goal is won.
Whore the rivers in the fury
OF their tributary pride,
Rush to join the wide Missouri,
Rush to swell his mighty tide,
And the grand old forest lately
Cast thick and silent shade,
Stand an hundred cities stately,
Busy, thronging marta Of trade
And their forges with their olamor,
And the buzzing of the wheel
And the ringing Of the hammer,
On the heated bars Of steel,
Forms a busy hum ineessant,
That one moment is not still,
Till the young moons slender crescent
Gldes behind tho western hill.
Where the waterfall was pouring,
Its own quiet vale within;
Now the factory is roaring.
With its elamOr and its din.
And where hung the bow suspended
In its bright and dashing spray
There by busy fingers tended
Nov an hundred spindles play.
Where the distant Rocky Moantains
Pierce the lofty azure dome;
There are lovely wales and fountains,
Where the Peasant builds his home.
And the switter fnds the pleasure
OF his alpine cottage thcre-
Finds the waterfall and glacier
Finds the keen and frosty air.
And the fields Of snow eternal,
By human foot untrod
Like an altar, high, supernal;
Like the great white throne Of God
Where the bison once was lowing
On each distant western plain,
Now in summer beauty growing
Stand thousand fields Of grain.
Meath the smiling SKY Of azure,
To the gentle zephyr swaysi
All the yellow wheaton treasure