New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1861-01-04
ADDRESS Carrier the Nw Oregon Pamdeaer his patrons
'- January 1st 1861.

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OLD TIME at length the months has rolled away,
And ushered in another New Years day!
Tho Winter regns, with aspect keen and drear
Yet, will hail the dawning of the year.
And greet my patrons, in spite Of Father Time
For the Printers Devil deals in rhyme! -.
This is my first, believe rne it is my best,
Although 'ts not in classic language drest ..
May you enjoy long lfe on Turkeys dine,
Eat Tomato Pies, and share the generous wine!
May all your days be tranquil and serene,
No empty pleasures change the scene,-
Tho Winter RACES with his snow and sleet ..
And the rude winds against the easements beat,
The lovely Spring will again strew its flowers
And Flora deck the fields the woods, the bowers!
Again sweet volets strew the gay alcove,
And birds responsive sing alone of love.
The year just passed, a lively scene presents,
Of strife, of bloodshed and of great events
Kansas and Italy wade through fields of blood,
The Pontif tries to stem the crimson flood,
France enlists to deliver Greece,
While her scepre tyrant, sways in peace
Was it for this, the Grecians nobly died,
And vainly sought to redeem their martial pride!
Was it for this her bravest warriors fell!
None to weep for those who fought so wel
Shade of Bozzarris, from your orient skies
Look down and bid her noble spirits rise;
Leave not tyrants emblem your plains,
Remember Leonidas, and his little band,
How well they fought and died upon the strand
Then ever let your darling watchword be,
"Death to the foe, and Greece again is free"
glimpse at our Union farreaching and wide,
Disunion at revel on every side!
Shows the ruin of States lie strewn all around,
The ashes of cities lay backnng the ground;
The harvest all wasted, the villages burned,
The love OF our country to hatred is turn'd,
Herr layvSar nd harS
Her dwellings invaded, for pilfer and gain,
In the midst stands Old Greely, the worker of ill.,
Applauded by millions, blind slaves to his will;
His talsehoods they sang they trumpeted his fame,
And reverence did as 'twere a God, to his name
Lincoln, too, there; with cruel, fearless eye,
He viewed the nations wreck without sigh. "a.
The flash of his eye the signal of death,
Blood drpped from the "RAIL' he brandshed aloft
Millions before him shrank, in utter dismay,
While with madness, fanaticism held its sway,
Declaring with him. that nation must be
Either all slave, or of slavery all free.
When my country has a calm repose,
Her prairies doth eblossom as the rose,'
And every citizen with joy elate,
Boasts of his privilege-that makes him great
Greater than CAsar-for we yet do claim ,.
Freedom-indeed an enviable name;
Happy amid the labors of the field,
The bounteous earth, plenteous harvest yield.
His bliss is ample, who contented lives,
Providence smiles, and then blessing gives!
And after all his weary toll is done,
With heartfelt joy, he halls the setting sun,
And to his homey cot and social fire,
Repairs to greet the wife of his desire!
Who would exchange such joys for empty strfe
Which does embtter every hour of life!
In this drear season faithful to my call,
greet my patrons, though the snow doth fall!
The Plaindealer, records the march of time,
Fld with strange news, from every shore and cline,
How battles have been fought, and victories won, @
And how each deed of darkness has been done.
All to amuse or wake the sympathy,
And call the tear from sorrows weeping eye! .
The poets wreath in it part doth claim,
For who, like him supports greater name.