Daily Democrat and news. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1859-1864, 1860-02-24

Third Annual -Keeti.g Of the old Settlers Of
Scot. o.ntg-Iodsts and hesponss
l. Wasting.on.-IIis body rests on Potomac :
iair shore-his name Is ihi day on a Nations
lips-,he heart Of a g-ea Republic beats in graft
tude I. its author-the VII ole world ac kn owlcdges
his fame.
Responded to by the following song:
THE GRAVE OF WASHINGTON
Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington
Meath the boughs of the Willow that over him
weep:
His arm is unnerv'd, but his deeds remain
bright,
As the stars in the dark vaulted heaven at light
Oh wake not the hero, his battles are DER.
Let him rest unds sturbei on Potomac's fair shore
On the rivers green border so hnwery drest,
With the hearts he loved fondly, let W ashington
rest.
With the hearts he loved fond!y, let Washington
Awake not his slumbsrs, tread lightly around,
Tis the grave of freeman. It's liberty's mound;
Thy name is immortal, our freedom We
Brave Sire OF Columbia, our own Washing ton,
Oh wake not the hero, his battles are DER,
Let him rest, calmly rest, on his dear native
shore:
While the Stars and Stripes Of our country shall
Ger the land that can boast of Washinston's 8
grave,
O'or ,he land that can boast of Washington $
grave.
lo.-Good O'i Times 7hesc are the good old
,iInes-the worlI is older than ever before, and
the poo pie wiser.
Responded to by the following poem. wri,
ten By Miss Mary E. Mead, and read BY Add
IL Sanders
Ola Tirras of Sa;i s,rr
'Tis wrong-the earth at first wa. young,
And like the forests monarch trees
Grew older only by degrees.
We stand upon life's ,opnost round
Who cares the back " ard depths to sound?
Earth than tonight, ne'er slept in peace serener
The age Of infancy has passed,
Discretons years are reached at last.
For others good and our own sakes
Grown wiser by the past mistakes,
We reap with open eyes of wooder
Experience from each former blunder.
Six thousand years or more esrth's age is stated
She by this time should be well educated!
Like wampum Ger the Western prairies,
Or water on the Wild Saharas,
What most We toll for, m ost We prize.
And good all evil undcrlies.
Yet small the profit Of our trouble
II others should cur errors double;
Would they but borrow our experience AMPLE
We might be very useful-by example.
Like purp'e waves the centuries sweep
Their starry treasures from the deep,
Though weary Of their ceaseless roar
We clasp the jewels on the shore.
In times whose praises oft are told
Did Pioneers their gatherings hold
Before the dawn Of liberty begun
Had they hero like our Washington?
Art smiled On Natures fastness rude
And Skill her rugged strength subdued;
For US our Fathers fought and died,
And we the con4uorer's spoils divide;
What was tneir loss, for Us is greatsst gain,
We wear the vi,tor's palm without the pain.
not he whs saw Creations natal morn,
VINO halls its close is heir and eldest-bora.
In slience long among its hills
The lar Pacific slept,
nile singing the untroublcd rills
Through pebhy channels lsapt:
And with their sands Of shining ,ola
brought from the mountain's roxy hola-
With laughter to its bosom rolled.
Fair mirror Of summer dav
| The tranquil Sacramento law.
+. Aud passed with lettering stems and late
| The confines Of the Golden State.
Are hrst the BAY . vessel halls,
Which waited by the We. tward sales
T. Whitens the ocean with it, sails
Long tenAstlsas the canons slept
/ The wild deee waaaseod free.