Arkansas true Democrat., 1861-01-05
Carriers Address for 1861.

To gather mp some surplus dimes, Much needed in these perileus times
 Of reckless bank suspensions. a.H . We met beneath a brighter sky 6 year ago; when you'and 8a To cruel hard times bade defiance, And in our rulers placed reliance D. t- We deemed not then thatparty strife, Which lent new energy to life, Should ever freeze warm patriot blood. Or boil it like the lava flood; Till yitatspark and living flame Of eountry's love and freedoms fame, 7. Should, like the rose of Summer die os
 Parched beneath burning sky.
 A Democratic President, @ And happiness. and hearts content, Were thenesof song and springs of joy; For every village carrier boy G
 Nor thought we then that sixty-one, Should usherin the times begun, ''
 Back Republican domination-- r The doom's day of prosperous nation.
 But at this hour we have no verse, To waste on Lincoln, and your purse Would not respond to such ditty, Even should it be accounted witty, n Delightful praise--lilie morning rose, That brighter in the dew drop glows- If layished on so mean thing As he--would like an adder, sting .. .H The hand that wrote, or tongue that spoke Such praise-nnless 'twere in joke;--
 Then he must be content to shine, In other hatteries than mine; Orwrithe beneath the vengeful ire, Of pratriot hearts, and southern fire.
 Let pensive poets sing who will, Of present and of future ill, 4 a We'd rather over the joyful past A retrospective vision cast; And tread the vale of blooming flowers, . When liberty and freedoms bowers, Were fresh in yerdure, and the song, ,= Ot conquering armies swelled along The ranks of marshalled soldiers free. And crowned with ght and victory! Then Washington was freedoms pride. The hero, patriot and guide To statesmanship, and virtues shrine, Where yalor, truth and justice twine- Like shade vines in summer bower, '''-lz Where maiden slept one evening hour, And Love crept to her fowery bed To steala kiss, then onward fled
 And Il 'twere not q strange dgression, And worse than that-a mean confession- We'd tell how to that bower one strayed, Like Love to liss--but longer stayed-- And how loYe-shaft grazed his heart, And left the scar to ache and smart wound-a pang, that none can heal Aid none but tHes SC who love can feel.
 No conquering Knight can face the darts Of Cupid's bow-tor stoutest hearts, As firm as steel, as marble hard, 'tiainst faith and hope and pity barred, Have qunked like aspen leaves in May Beneath loves universal swayl
 But from the bowers of love we turn, To valors brave and venturous sons; To patriot hearts, and souls of fire, W hose joy oflife, and fond desire Were realized when Monarchs fed From freedoms hoinc-and glory spread Her banner oer the victors head Times of the pilgrim fathers those
 Who bravely dared the wintry wave To find amid the forest snows
 Free homes-or valiant soldiers grave, The Tree of Liberty was young,
 But robed in mantle fresh and green, And not bough but on it hung,
 Some fruit, or bloom of joy 1 ween. 'Iwas counted strange that tenderest growth,
 Exposed to burning summer rays, And planted on July the Fourth,
 sshOuic not nave dropped in after days
 And #ithering died, to bloom no more,
 Like sea plantsby the ocean shore. Yet vigorous and strong t grew, Its leaflets tnged with morning dew, Which sparkled in the ghttefing ray, Of sunbeam at the opening day.
 Hail generous Tree of native birth, Live long to shade the parching earth, And meath thy boughs the free and brave, Shall live, or dying find a grave.
 But in the early days of yore, w hieh pardon us for scanning o'er, The War -whoop ceased; but lake and hill w ere sounding with it's echo still, When warriors put aside the sword, And Washington made freedoms lord
 Ruled Court and State in after life, Aahe had ruled the battle strife. / The Stars and Stripes were fresh and fair, The Eagle plumed for freedoms air, Triumphant rode the rising blast, And never before flew so fast, Nor sported in the gales so free, Nor shreked so loud of liberty We tan would write and talk and sing, 'Iili mountain, glen, and vale should ring With anthems to q nations praise; When ponderng O erthose halcyon days. And we could tell how soldiers trod The parehing sands, and frozen sod; And how at last when war was o'er, ...1 And battle strife was heard no more,
 
 And on his march to comrads said-- ....-. " How lone and weary is cur way, Der the burning sands to day; But to the warrior homeward feet e2-lE Even the deserts path is sweet!" But ah! what verse, what tongue can tell, The sweets of love-the joys that swell The soldiers heart returned from strife ! To friends at home, and trusting wife, tl And cherub girl, and prattling boy, .. .l,l,1 i.L | '. c
 Is, seated on a fathers knee, To contemplate the curious toy,
 He brought them from she tar-off sea. Now let us trace the tolls and cares, And scenes of intervening years,
 Since freedoms early dawn. For be assured our later time, Yields tepic meet for lyric rhyme
 Upon new years morn. The feuds and strifes, and discomfort, Since Washington was President,
 Would burthen many a page. The victor's wreaths by heroes worn, And honorS gained, and triumph's won,
 By many patriot sage If counted OCT would serve to fire, Aspiring hearts with wild desire,
 To climb the hill of fame. For who, of all the sons of earth Of nobes born, or humble birth,
 But glories in a name. And yet, the rose if cilled a thorn, Would smell as sFeet ai morning dawn
 There's nothing ia Q i,slzr But there are nauit4 not born is Like stars that dee tas bslsl r They gid the hstNf7 ot tbtt And in the drt.,Iuy iu.G. - DO A lambeni ligb Co rei.. tie For those who aleel the evil ds And such indeed are names inscribed On freedoms parchments-who defed The galling chains Of tyrant powers, And lived to bless d land like ouis; - .. And died-as rainbow colorS fade At the approach of evening shade! But eighteen-sixty fills page + or history's book in after age; .. .us,Hr. Lad. { (And Ii some power the gift would gie us, And from so many blunders free us-) .r s We'd turn that page and read it o'er, ......I Then close our song, and sing no more, .lwt Till New fear comes again. 4 twelve month chronicle in rhymes, Would be Q task in these dull times; And so events of greatest note, We undertake to taintly quote; An. leave untold | thousand deeds, By statesmen done, and many creeds, boe Not suited to our song.