The weekly Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1860-1863, 1861-01-03
CAIsRIER BOY's ADDRESS
TO the PATRONS oV THE
WEEKLY LANCASTER GAZETTE
january Ist, 1861.

The years are busy evermore,
They grow not weary day nor night,
They bring the triumph of the right,
They lay their hands upon the shore,
And drag it down beneath the surge;
All silently they heave below,
And from the earth the mountains grow,
And heads of dripping isles emerge
= They touch mems hearts thro'out the Earth
We feel the rocking of the ground,
For there is war, and hear the sound
Of nations writhing into birth.
We call it fate, or laws, or years,
But 10 !! it is the hand of God,
Who ruleth with tender rod,
And through great red sea Of tears,
lie leads with an almighty hand, ~
And by the Cloud of Faith above,
And by the Pillar of His Love,
The nations to the promised land.
0, Italy thou poets flannel "
Baptized in beauty from thy birth,
Thou Venus of the lands of earth,
Thou hast indeed charmed name.
10 thou art free, for God is Just;
Thou shalt make war and suffering sweet,
And underneath thy beauteous feet,
Shalt grind the tyrants into dust.
Lo d! thou, art free, for God is just; @
We heard thee groan, we heard thee break
The iron yoke from thy tender neck,
And rise up struggling from the dust.
Like one who faints, and in the strife
And awful struggle for his breath,
Fights long and fearfully with Death,
And breaks away, and comes to life.
Mother of one whom not alone
One nation claims, but all the race
Looks up to with loving face,
And says, ave claim thee as our own"
He cometh like gathering rain
A tempest coming up the West,
With thunders rolling through his breast,
And lightnings flshhing through his brain,
And thou art free! 0, man from Heaven
Thou teachest, yet again, the race
That unto GENIUS, not to place
And power, the hearts of men are given.
O.! what are all the kings that quake
On thrones to-day, compared to thee?
Sure they who make the kings must be,
Superior to the kings they make.
Eternal lord eternal king
Thy throne is on races heart,
Thy empire never can depart
While hearts can feel or poets sing.
To-day tie land that had its birth,
In blood and tears, and in such throes
As child bearing woman knows,
Rocks, as when earthquakes rock the cart
The Union will not die till it
Has done its work, for God will save
Till then; so let the mad-men rave,
They cannot harm the race one whit.
Greece died not until she had done
The work which she was sent to do
To make the Beautiful and True
Rise on a dark world like sun.
Rome lived till with mighty rod
She broke the nations, to prepare
The world for Him who did declare
The purpose of the living God.
And so whatever may befall,
We know it will be right at last,
To-day is better than the Past,
We know that God is over all.
Ana Wnat ii Individual men
And States go down, God sets his face
To bring perfection to the race,
And States shall rise and fall till then.
AS if some world in space should grope
And wander in depth of night,
And feel the drawing of the light
And suffer on in fear and hope,
And find at length its central sun,
And destined orbit, and forage
Roll onward, bathed in perfect day,
With bliss achieved, and suffering done.
So gropes the race in search of God;
) 1t feels far off tender hand, ,a
And yet shall reach the destined land,
And enter in the best abode.
God secth far as planets roll,
5 Nor groweth sick nor weak at heart
And that to him is but part
Which seemeth unto us the whole.
Apd from the dust and dirt and strife,
And from the petty shifts and cares,
J, We build the unsubstantial stairs
And climb into the perfect life.
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The VIsIT OF THE PRIYoE OF WALES
J. MOUNT VERNoN.-lhe London papers
the | llth inst, contain the following
tice:
9 His Royal IIighness the Prince @
" sort, Chancellor Ofthe University of O.
bridge, being pleased to give annual