Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1859-10-21

Such things will remain unseen
Build to-day, then, strong and sure,
With firm and ample base
And ascending and secure
Shall tomorrow find It's place
The anniversary poem was delivered by
Ersstus Everett A. NJ of Brooklyn, n. I,
and a native of Princeton. 1t was written er
the well-worn theme of Progress, which was
treated in fresh and entertaining manner
and was received with many expressions OF
favor. We are permitted to make few eN
tracts from the poem Abiding TO one OF the
early and familiar traditions OF the town, II
reads:
| THE LOST CHILD.
| Nor then loved Princeton was my ruue uothsh,
| Where Peace, Content, aud Industry now reign
| Free from the savage foe that nightly proved,
More fierce than furnished wolves that round ma
| howled.
On tn eastern slope whence old Waehusett Swells,
a little girl flor so tradition teilSl ..,
| Had strayed from home what time IN aut0innSl
Had strewn the frozen ground with golden mast,
And dapple squirrels merry bark ana ten a
The hunisman where lis kindred ioNeN 70 CNsii'
| Still lured along by objects strange Sad via,
! MANY sucn objects lured the simple ehlld,l
An Indians ieathered plume she s0dGSn spies
And Echo answers TO Her frantic eritS
| Around her head the threatening haichSt Sesia>>
| And tears and sobS succeed 10 childish seSesnsS
Inc 0eIghDOrs EolAlAtLs a---sH
| Resolved the little wanderer should be to5ir0
| lhey formed a circle, toward the eeu5Es N.eHs
And gave, from time 10 tiay, tbs loud hsss.te
They searched each bush u0ok, thlcNet 2.-,eN .eSS
W here er, BY chance. httle eel.G rsSas 1Ss
Prolonged the search, nor eeSss3 l.1 1SS - cay
III the last lingering hops A2a aka - ~,
SarmiseS horrible led each ar-<ss4> e's'A>s-
Surmises long indUlseG and sael sNgfS>sSls
She liyed-hSd gone 'Jaoag aSgs trs>sS y ee-.'
All else, eoujsctuFss-tl5 S,'l2Si ss-s ~ 's--
some Sala sue wale.l tareiSs4 s22--+s- S-'eS
10 Wlere -. l4&GrEIaE1S .1EF Slz-eSa4 aaeN>
Some said she piHs,i. carsise- 'ssas Z z-s >N9sS
Where S2rstogz'S healing wsEsvS rssss
Or hoarSs N5ss4rz ia tl-ln,ssr -Vs->-
And down ths 4byss the eSassas>S cs-0eas pears
her >tElc Ken tatlz- Travelled a. Sl.I 1@l-e
As ruulcrS ySri0a> ress,tG - stSS- sars
B1t ruuloCS vain no csr5zlz tazl-5S< gave
And he to-sot his >1-EcuS IN cee Sr1Es-
Mo0EsS lnLPEoVsaLEN->-
Who shall sing The progress 81 ttS SsSee
In all that makes Estion IrEiy great
The steam lesiathSn holds his S5ssdy pSJh
ksoSlesS OF time OF tide or 5eulEesl's wrath,
Ger the vast ocean speeds his IFaekleSS way,
Nor yet Feposes IN ttle coast bound bay;
he mounts the fo2rning river 10 is source
Before X slacken> IN his onward course;
And vet no monumental shaft Goth rise
10 tell the world where Robert Fulton lies.
Railroads, Briareus-like with hundred hands
Bind thirty states and one in iron bands;
Der prairie river, valley, hill, and plain,
1 he lron-horse speeds on his gathering train,
Transports the products ola thousand fields
let meek submission to his master yields.
1rometheus, when he stole celestial fire,
10 light mans lteess clay, provoked heavens ire;
Bound a rock condemned. he bed,
W hlle on his heart tn insaate vulture fed,
All! mighty Fabust, thou i'll didst know
The spark divine possessed by man below.
The great Creator made him lord of all
Animals and elements on this earthly ball;
Who taught the stork to wing her annual flight,
Taught man to bring her from her airy height.
Our Franklin turned tbs lightning from its way,
And on the kite-string it harmless play.
Morse more presumptuouS STILL prescribed its PATH
Nor yet for this incensed the heavenly wrath.
Field sent the flash along the ocean bed,
And through the deep the Royal message sped.
Franklin was born on Boston's rounded height;
Morse first at classic Cambridge saw the light.
Field Stockbridge proudly claims as all her own,
And Massachusetts claims them every one.
CHILDHOOD AND OLD AGE
Our childhood's joys though blotted from the mind
Like stars from heaven, have left light behind.
An halcyon days, when went forth to snare
The notified partridge or the bounding hare.
For birds and squirrels hunt Lection Day
Ana every summer spread the new-mown hay
In yonder lake we took the frequent bath,
And trapped the muskrat in his furrowed path.
When winter clothed the earth in snowy fleece,
We staid at home and played at fox and geese,
Or simple morris, (but never cards or dice,l
Then sailed forth to skate upon the ice;
Returned home late, we said our evening prayer,
And soon i'll sleep forgot each boyiSh care.
There on the HILL where once willow stood,
Close by the pool where played the gosliug brood,
The hoary grandsire whiled old age away,
And pipe and Bible closed each happy day;
The giant clock that clicked behind tie door,
10 INK exactly noon, eleven. and four,
The oaken staff with curious dog-like head,
The chest OF drawers, and the lOw-posted bed,
The gold-6owed spectacles that helped the sight
10 read the news and holy page Alright.
These precious her-l0omS all we'll treasure still,
And, dying leave to each loved child by will.
The exercises at the church closed with
singing the following original hymn, written by
Rev. Mr.. Briggs, and the benediction, pro-
nounced by Rev. Arthur B. Fuller.
Here where our fathers stood, we stand,
Inc confluence OF a mighty stream;
And voices from the faT-off land
Blend with the day, the hour, the theme.
A century past 4 century hence!
To-day the nuptial knot tie;
We link them in the nobest sense,
With thoughts and deeds that cannot die.
BY all the memories of this hour
by yonder graves where sleep sires
BY these grand hills whose SUBMITS tower
High DER the altar kindng fres;-
BY all the gleanngs of the past
BY sacred earth and skies o'crhead:
Here let us vOw--wlile life shall last,
To emulate the piOus dead.
And when sleep beneath the sod,
Where fathers and where mothers lie,--
Come thou blest Saviour-mghty God
And bear us all to realms on high.