Litchfield enquirer., 1864-06-30
LINES TO A CoPPERHEAD.

You are copperhead you loathsome crea And seem to glory in your right to crawl While treason stamped upon your every fea ture,
 Proclaims you serpent, venom, fangs and all The fetid filth and nauseous dust of party Serve you for daily food, and drink, and slime;
 Just now you look robust, and hale, and hearty 1 Your snakeship must have had high old That was pleasant dream of yours no doubt And Copperheadom wagged it's thousand tails,
 At thoughts of leaving brave New England out,
 And fencing in the South and West with snakes for rails. But Davis, Toombs, your brother traitors, meet You crawling sycophants with open scorn; With Northern traitors they're too proud to Your Southern brethren, brethren tin a horn.' The rattl.snake, so stunned by old and young, Displays some honor when he goes to battle, And ere he launches his envenomed tongue, Proclaims his presence by a warning rattle
 
 Your snaky folds along your slimy path, And while he dreams no danger nj gh is turk Strike the poor victim with your causeless
 wrath.
 Your great progenitor, as you have heard, With rank hypocrisy invaded Eden, And with seductive smile and honied words, Beguiled old Eve to eat the fruit forbidden. But like a gentleman he upright walked With graceful mein amid those bowers of
 bliss,
 And with bland look and tone he smiling While you from instinct only crawl and hiss. Judas 1scaritt when Lc sold his Savior, And had secured the promised bloody fee, Was conscience stricken at his vile behavior, And hung hims self upon the nearest tree. Ils an example for your imitation, Ge hang yourself! all honest men abhor you, Or if you dread 6 suicide damnation, Just call on us, we'll find halter for you You are copperhead One judgment day Most men are taught to fear. but you'u The first when we return-oh ! we'll repay In full the scorn of your vile reptile crew; Then breathe one word of treason if you dare So bold, SC brave, behind the soldiers back, We'll leave your bones to dangle in the air, You crawling, slimy, sycophantic pack. You are copperhead ! have read the story, How our sires wrought out their salvation Oh, there were traitors then, COW boy and
 tory,
 And you are but an heir to their damnaion Their very names with infamy are rotten, As you will be when you return to dust Remembered but in soorn, if not forgotten, The synonym of loah!ng and disgust. Back to your holes /. Your breath is rank
 with treason,
 And honest men would like to walk abroad ;; Out of our path if only for q season, Willie Christian frccmeG breathe ono pray
 CT to God,- ApraYer that He would save our glorious Union From traitors that our homes and altars
 haunt
 Back while our loyal sons hold high commu-
 nion,
 In Freedoms name, ,vile copperhead, avaunt ! But stay one moment--you would seem to hold Toward the body polite two fold relation You are the small- pox ! shunncd by young and
 ola,-
 Just now your putrid virus taints the nation, And for season we can but endure you, Although enough the bravest to appall, But Union remedies will quickly cure you, And leave nothing but scab-that's all.
 D. W. R.,
 Capt. of Co. B, 2d West Tennessee Inf.