Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-10-08
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ORIGIN or TRE PLOw.
lsscrrBED rO:crRus oARprrr by W. W. rosD,


iNsCtIBEp To:cYRUs GARRETT ny W. W. FosDIoK,
When first the blacksmith's trade began,
Far DER the dark blue main,
Tie first that forged the sword for man
Was sturdy Tubal Cain
Where JoTdan,s ezure waters oame
Down to the seas smooth shore,
Be stood beside the ruddy flame
And made his furnace roar.
BE tsok the black ore from the ground
Apd melted Il Ike wax,
md with blow Of laundering sound
:, BE wrought the battle-ax.
10 steel upon the anvil CLEANED,
White as the Morning Star,
with many a blow it shrieEed and screamed,
The fsiehion flashed then first on light,
- with many polished glance, ..
The keen and brilliant lance.
And still his fni mace sparkled red,
Still rolled his ebon smoke,
And still his slt dge high Ger his head
Came down with heavy stroke.
BE stacked up arms for time Of need,
And made the blue steel shriek,
lie teught the Persian aud the Mede;
The Coptic tanght the Greek.
The war arose, and slaughter came,
And surged like oceans flood,
The rush Of men in battles flame,
In carnage and in blood;
Aud great Euphrates' shore,
And all the Niles broad waters CLEAN
With ghBstly pools Of gore.
And the white bones blanchod the plain,
And all the earth set mp sound
On his sl,dgs old Tubal Cain then loant,
And he heard the orphan cry,
His mighty head to his breast was bent
And tear-drop filled his eye.
"Mss it for this, he cried, 81 wrought
With many a hearty blow?
Hath labor all this sorrow brought2
Hare but fashiOned woe?
Alas acCuraed 10 my trade,
am but Moloch's slave;
Ere sword this arm had ever made
'Twere better in the grave.
Since these 1erce weapons have been known,
The world has grown the worse,
And now can but inly groau
That have spread this curse.
But by the power that IerVed this arm,
This arm shall make amends;
do repent me Of the harm,
And hencsforth will make friepdsl'
A mile passed DER his swsrthy face,
He rose to his full hight:
Again within his dusRy place
BED cleaned the furnace bright.
His giant st dge alOft he slungI
With hairy arm so brown,
His face grew bright, song be sung,
And his mighty blows came down;
And he wrought with cheerfuness and strength,
Till the sweat stood on his brow,
Ard toileG until complete at length
There sta his wOrk-tbe PLow
Then Tubal Cain saw hill and plain
With rev born beauty shine,
With the golden WAVES of yellow grain,
With the olive trees and vine.
And 10 the tlacE ened battle.felds
With yerdure emile again,
Aud harvest TO the sickle yields
Its heavy wealth for men
The lily throws her flag of SHOWS
Forth like a washed fleece,
While crimson glows the burning rose,
And all the earth is peace
Then Tuhal Cain smiled glad again,
To see the fruitful sod
Ard bidding farewell unto men,
He RLe him down to God.
Unto the blue, and sun, above,
He barred his broad, bronze brow,
And left to all maukiL his love,
And his best gift the Plow
Then be old Tubal Cain stll blest,
Aud blest the Plow he made,
He'll honor him long in the West,
Ard those who ply his trade.
Each furnace shall q light house be,
Who're spark shall neer depart,
beacon Of his memory,
Red shining DER the heart.
Where blue waved Erie rolls along,
Where fair Ohio winds
Wen sing to him cheerful song,
With happy tones and minds
Where silver ~ is far outspread,
Ard where the brown wheat floats,
Among the barley's bursting head,
And plumy fields of oats,
There shall The implements OF peace
Ouishine in beauty far,
Midst plentys prosperous increase,
All armorie5 of war.
And richer far than pearls az d gold,
Before the I retiOn 8 gaze,
Our grateful hearts ehall still behold
Our Gods own blessed Maze!
Then may that Gcd his blessing Eend
Upon tiny manly brow,
On thee and thine, my noble friend,
Old Tubal OF the Pillow
And while an ear Ct maize shall shiae,
1Iay'st thou be blest with wealth,
And while I've left cup of wine,
Old Tubs, here's your health