Holmes County farmer. [volume] (Millersburg, Ohio) 1857-1926, 1861-01-10
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CARRIERS ADDRESS
TO THE PATRONS OF THE FARMER

uOHWutu iIOul NOur Sylvan
And round my perverse quill difuse
The magic of Pierian dews!
Twas when ebon night sat on her throne,
When starry hosts in beauty shown,
When fancy slept beside her theme
And thoughts were wandering in q dream;
When planets travelled DER the sky,
And sheeny clouds were looming high
All yes, IN midnght's holy hour,
When Morpheus gently wiclds his power,
That Old Sixty, pale aud decayed,
And stripped Of charmes that beauty made,
Gave DER his sword in aged pride,
And like valiant conqueror died!
Hurrah! then, for this New Years morn.
Hurrah, then, for the year just born!
Let mirth our various hearts employ,
And hail the morn with merry Joy!
From care let all mankind be freed,
From sorrow let us all secede,
Let gloom withdraw her ebon pail,
And gladness fill the hearts of all
When sleep o'ercame me yesternight,
There beamed upon my spirits sight
A armament of flashing stars,
The Centric Orb had ceased to hold
Those fiery spheres within its power;
So onward they to ruin rolled
Twas dissolution's dreadful hour!
Transversely as they went and came
The heavens seemed rooted with woven flame
Oh, it was fearful star met star,
With crash that shook heavens vaulted arch
And confagraton tracked the jar
OF the mad planets in their march,
Permitted by Heavens mystic power
TO Use from out the pit abhorred,
Methought the spirit of the hour
Was fierce Appolyon-hell's grim lord!
His pinnt arms the fend nut tOrth
From West to East, from South to North,
The heavens with all its groaning globes,
Encircled in their fiery robes,
Like vapOr Fastening to decay,
In wreaths rolled up and passed away;
And Desolation reared her throne
Where once the stars had sang and shone!
When morning on my pillow broke
And from that ievery dream | woke,
To see the god of day, the smiling sun,
In wontcd amber light arrayed,
wept that one bright star had gone,
That terrible rush to wreck had made!
o. for clarion voice to ring
Across the broad lands plains and hills
Home to the nations sense to bring
This solemn hours impending ills!
To counsel moderation, where
A rancorous tone hath long been used,
To undeceve each section--dare,
Cage up the lie, let truth be loosed!
o, for the spirit which controlled
Those men who at the nations birth
Like noble brothers met, to mould
That Charter which all round this earth
With hope hath lighted human eyes
Th' embodiment Of Compromise!
OH shall that fabric which was planned
With so much toll and so much skill,
Now crumble like wall Of sand
Meath the first washing wave of i'll?
Nay! He who made the glorious spheres
Whose plans are for tn eternal years;
Who formed the systems. fixed the forces,
Those central globes can bring to play
When the bright planets in their courses
Far to the outer gloom would stray;
That Power which guides each circling ball
Along its line of graceful sweep;
The God who sits supreme o'er all
Planets and people-doth not sleep!
Will he who with such loving care
His radiant spheres doth guard from harms,
Be deaf to a great peoples prayer,
Withdraw "the everlasting arm"
This hour when rampant foes combine
To make n nation Anarch's prey
When most we need a Hand Divine
To guide us on our darklng way?
oH, NOu is SOOu Will DiiiS
From out the tempest dark and loud
The star of pcacc-in mercy fling
An iris o'er the lowering coud2
To Him, the God of nations, then,
Like humble, hopeful, Christian men,
lmploring guidence, let us bow
And His right arm may save us now!
But let me pull another string,
And change my prosy song;
fear III reach an epic's length
If my strain prolong.
Long may you live, kind patrons all,
And golden pleasures share.
May Joy her princely gifts bestow,
And gild your night of care.
The ladies too, dear darling flowers!
Sweet rosy buds of spring!
'Twere worse than crime to pass you by
Unheeded while sing.
Your days be sever days of grace"
Your homes meath cloudless skies,
May beauty's tints adorn your cheeks
And love glance from your eyes.
May man forget earth's pomp and glare,
To love your forms the more,
And sun Drowned toll of warmer climes
Enhance its downy store.
May Cupid's torch, in desert paths,
Initiate your hearts with glee,
And Bncchus' sons insure your joys
On life's uncertain sea.
May honest labor win the prize
True manhood meet esteem;
And foplings find that greasy heads
Are but tho foplings' dream.
Let thick. .skulled wealth with SCOTS and sneers,
BY virtue be abhor'd.
And two Drained dandies ascertain
That merit gains reward.
To change my style here propose
And bring my melange to q close.
Neglect not him who carried you
The "FARMER" each week, with pleasure, too,
Though rains and SHOWS his way beset
He never failed to bring it yet.