Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1863-01-02
CaRR-aR'S ADDRESS
TO THE PATRONS OF TIE
DELAWARE GAZETTE,
FOR 1868.

Gathered his mantle around hiIz tight.
Then lad him down midst the saow-drifts wlIito
Lai1 hiIn down to die
Hfz broy was pale, and the furrows there,
Told how many grief, and care,
Had len theif trace, and whitened his hair,
And dimmed the Light Of his eye
o, bleak was the wind as It ratified each bough.
And swept the white snow fakes over his brow
But, be heeded them not nor felt them now,
Though thickly and colo they fell;
But (oidedhis hands on his breast, so meek,
Aud with quiyeriug accents, tried to speak,
While sad t,'ars treabIed sdcFa his ehesk,
His long, and last farewell.
81 go, = he 1narInured, amid his tears.
From this weary world, its gr.sfsysEi soara,
To the silent realms Of the zleat years
That perished long ago.
When the midnight hour has onward rolled,
Aud the midnight bell its numbers toIIed,
The winds shall chant their requieEns cold,
Over my bed Of snow.
"I die, but not one tear will be shed
Over my lOwly, lonely bed,
But all will rejoice that am dead;
Alas, that this should BEL,
But what have done, that any should weep,
When Deaths dark shadOws about me creep,
And lay down my last, long sleep,
That any should mourn for me2
81 IT'S true, wreathed the Spring with hOBers;
And bade the clouds distll their showers.
Til Summer sat smiling within her bowers,
Fairer than ever before;
And Autumn came, with splendOr crowned;
o, IeYef before thsIair land found
Such plenty, in her midst to abound
Such beauty on every shore.
.s The Broad fields glowed with golden grain
And the ripe fruit fe like showers of rain;
The meadows laughed, and laughed again;
And the tall trees clapped Their hands,
and waved, with all their regal pride,
Their gorgeous banners, crimson dyed,
At Earth, all blushng as bride,
Just fettered with Loves soft bands.
.s And Health, walked with me, hand in hand,
Over the sea, and over the land
No poisonous breath by me was famed.
No s'pestilence, walking by night"
Bringing terror, and pain, and woe,
BY pleasant homes l made 10 go,
Laying the forms of loved ones low
silent and cold and white.
TO, If had nothing more to tell,
But OF such pleasant themes might dwell,
Wei IN ght the eye with sad tears swell,
When had breathed my last;
But, here the Old Year groaned aloud,
The Inooa swept cut from an angry cloud,
Upon tho gold earth cast
ss Every hour, since the bells poaled forth
A New Years dawn to the waiting earth,
Terror, desolation, ancdearth
Have followed in my train
o. God forbid that sixty three,
Such sad, and sorfowful sights should see,
As have been gazed Upon by me
Ry mountain, lake, aud plain
For War who blew his clarion blast,
E7er last years Spring had b7eathed her last,
san stalks with footsteps aerce, AID fast,
over this land abroad.
And bayouets nash, and cannons roar,
Their thgaaerings sound from shore to shore;
And thousands welteyipg in their gore,
Lie down beneath the sod.
On shiloh, e'er my springs buds first,
By Aprll's tears and sunbeam's nursed,
Had in 20 bloom and beauty burst,
His poisoned arrows fell
And many form, beloved ami brave,
Found there dark, aud bloody grave,
Where balnly winds sweet myrGles wave,
Ey riverside, ami dell.
{. Aad in the loy.ler month OF June,
Tie silver stars, and the white-ftoed moon,
BY mountain side, and wild lagoon,
Saw many a brave man die;
And Autumn, with her mellow skies,
And robes OF purple, and amber dyes,
Caught many a soldiers dying sigh5,
Tie winds were waiting by.
Il O. the bravo young forms now lying low,
Their winding sheet tie Winters snow
The hearts that never a joy shall know,
Their mJnights own no star
The vacant chairs by the home Preside,
Where mother, and sister, and fair young bride,
SIT weeping for him who nobIy died,
On the blood red field of war
,s And the beautiful homes where children played,
And health aud happiness sunshine madc,
BIZ 4Yar's rude hand in ashes laid,
And cities in dust sunk low.
Great God, forbid the dawnlng year
Such sights should see, such sounds should hear,
As have met my sight, and pierced my ear.
No wonder Pve longed. to got
And what is it for-their Golfers to Oil
With treasures of gold, more precious still;
To add valley to valley, and hill to hill,
That rivers of blood should iOwi
That battles rage like wrathfuI storms,
And the land is hlled with dread alarms
And brother 'ganst brother lift up their arms,
To strike the deadly blow2
ssT The South o shame that should tell
Would faiB ying out the funeral kneH
OF this glorious Union, loved well;
Would crush It down forever
Tho North, of loyal heart, and true,
As in the days of 'Bnffand Bue,'
Rivers of blood would fan wade through,
Ere they link shall sever.
The South would forge heavier chain
Foe the poor black slaves, who toll in pain
Year after year, to bring those gain
Who claim their. lords to be.
Beaten and bruised, ye4, sIqfR at will,
Iroy, rotton-fip and vale hill
Their cry the listening air doth fill,
%, give us Libsrtyt'
"The North, the glorious rock-ribbed North
Has poured her willing thousands forth,
To sweep vile slavery from the earth,
Her watchword, 'LibeTtyt
Her cause is Just, and true, and right,
And God will nerve her to fight,
And keep her nag unstained and-bright,
And bid the oppressed go free.
And who in the cause hath more nobIy done,
Such battles fought, such victories won,
As fair 0hio's galtaHt sons
Her slain, forget them nsrer!
Nay her living long in peace abound
o. be their brows, though SCARED and Drowned,
IVilh HererJadiaJ taatrels crotoHed,
Forever, and forever
eye looked for me to give you peace,
To bid this fearful tumuIt cease
But every hour your woes increase;
And trembling with hope and fear,
Ye turn away the Old Year dies,
And smile to catch his dying sighs,
And bend your gaze to the eastern skies,
To welcome the glad New Year.
Well, cheer up faint heart, you soon shall see
Your troubles end, and in Sixty three,
Will nail tho year Of jubilee,
And the Union shall sever
And Peace shall SIT on every HILL
And blessings aow from every rilI,
And every hear, with Joy shall thrill
With Freedom torereT, eUey.
/ 90, would that might live to see
The happy time that soon slaI be
And list to the shouts OF the slaves sot free,
And the DRUMS loud, joyful beating,
As the troops come marching home once more,
The dear brdrs boys, thoir suGerings o'er,
AuJ view them at each homestead door,
Receive such rapturous greeting"
But harkl its the belts tow solemn toll