The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1864-01-14
Jiffin N'srhlp Jribnne
THE CiRRIER'S ADDRESS.

We come with song TO greet you,
At the dawn Of the New Year,
And wish you all much happiness,
With all whom you hold dear.
We have laid the old year down
With the silent past TO rest
Our haryests have been gathered,
We with plenty now are blcst.
! For these and other blessings,
/ To us 50 freely given,
We should render thanks aud praises
To an indulgent Heaven.
Bot alas cur friends are not so blcst
In portions OF our land,
You know need no, tell you
An ignoblo Traitor band
Would dcsecratc fair freedoms shrine,
Would tramplc on the laws,
For which our fathers shed their blood,
And gained their glorious cause, :
Treason aud murder never part,
They're always hand in hand,
Aud thus il is, they spread dismay,
With their muurading baud.
They invade the homes Of loyal men,
For the ruthless robbers spoil,
They can't sit around their htarthstones
And enjoy the fruit of toll,
Without the fear Of hearing,
The thunder Of the drum;
With mingled trump, and clarion loud,
And cry they come they come
Then the bloody buyonet pierces,
And the murdcrous sabre cleavcs,
And human lives are lavishcd,
AS the autumn strews It's leaves.
And the bitter wall of sorrow,
O'cr the desolated home,
Those reared in luxury and ease,
In pcnury may roam.
But now our glorious banner,
Proudly. waves in every State,
Aud our brave, bnd noble warriors,
March, with step and heart elatc;
For well they know each noble brow,
a victor's wreathc may claim,
And each brave and gallant soldier,
Hath earned the need of fame.
Their proud hearts swell with rapture,
AS they look down history page.
And see the deeds of glory,
Beng penncd in this our age.
How they charged on Lookout mountain
Up, up, the rocky steep,
And drove the foes before them
To the summit proudly leap;
And plant our glorious banner,
Where the rebel bars
Flauuted as they thought triumphuntly,
Above the Stripes and Stars.
or many other viotO' les,
Now the Carrier cannot tell,
Nor name the many noble ones,
Who in the battle fell,
But they'll all be treasured up,
In the annals Of our fame,
And every gallant hero fallen,
Deserves a deathlcss name.
But glory cannot soothc the heart,
In many distant home,
Who long will list for footsteps,
Whom alas may never come.
For many brave and noble one,
In loathsomc prisons lie, 20
But hope whispers, they'll be rescued,
And not lie # alone to die.
Yes hope, our never falling friend,
To US so kindly given;
VIII buoy their spirits nobly up,
Until their chains be rivcn.
But well not give all the the glory,
To the gallant ones afar.
Our own Home Guards responded,
To the trumpet call for war,
When the Rebel foe, from Canada,
Menaced, aud spread alarm;
They stood living broastwork,
Between ourselves and harm.
And although the foe kept out of sight,
Aud not Il man did fall.
We now know that we cnn trust them,
They will fly to arms at call.
And now we hope all traitorous schemes
Have reached their highest pitch,
And very soon they'll all be driven
TO die in their last ditch,
For the naughty southern master,
Sometimes ip his trun s the slave,
And the injured and despscd race,
Have proven themselves the brave.
And when Massa's taken prisoner,
He thinks II rather hard,
To have Sambo armed with bayonet,
Standing over him as guard.
But we'll leave the southern Nabobs
To whatever is their fate,
And turn to our own city,
Which is prosperous of late,
The merchants of our town, @
Had better hasten to get wealth,
There's u vast amount Of Cotton,
Coming from the South by stealth,
And the enormous prices,
Need not give us much alarm,
We are raising 50 much cotton,
On the Governments large farm.
The Firemen, too, are active,
They now have a splendid FOir;
And we hope they may dispose of
All their goods so rich aud rare
They deserve liberal patronage,
Because, when there's a fire,
Every man ia nj his most.