Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1864-01-06
VOL. XXXIV.-WHOLE NO. 1889.
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Bo composed every thought and each violent motion,
That encases my mind in fes treacherous snares.
'Iis the hour that urges my pen TO devotion
To glance at the dying years gladness and cares.
How darken'd the late smiling face of creation
Times wheels almost halt in their Aeeting career
As viewing the scenes Of their deSolation
Glance behind with Il start, on the grave of the year.
On the last solemn reign of this day of reflection,
madness seized hold on the chief Of cur land
And the patriots eye shed the tear of detection
At nations dishonor and wars bloody hand
Laden, with many, les hopes have ended
Within the dark surrounding the bier
Or to deaths lonely halls, in slaughter descended,
And in blood made their beds with the grave Of the year
Then our flag proudly floating with its buermson flashing
Was nobly defended by hearts true steel
But the negroes black banner their hopes quickly dashing
Chilled those patriots ardor and dampened their zeal
For the Union they thought they bravey fighting
And TO punish the rebels, who, its might then defed
Their mistake they discovered their fondes hope lighting
Found mixed races their mission Abolition their guide
Still defending that banner with Spartan Devotion
They in heaps pile their bodies on Gettysburg plain,
And the capture Vcsburg welledwh poudest emotion
The hearts Of those heroes who had bed not IN vain
Though the frenzy of modmen they viewed with alarm,
Yet they galantly fought for Americas name;
They purped their base teachings pregnant with HARM
While they added fresh aures to their garland of fame
The flag Of our Old Democracy
Our faith, our hope, our trust;
The oft-tried shields of ireemanS rights
Now meehly sweeps the dust,
The Key stone state has recreant proved
To this, her former faith
While others following in her wake
Embraced her partial death.
New Jersey, placed by Freedoms voice
Our views to proclaim,
Deserves, as she shall soon receive
The merit due to fame
The home Of gallant Little Mac"
The Mecca of the patriots heart
Though the tempests burst upon her soil,
Could not be moved by fear or art.
But freemen's sons will neer consent
To calmly lose their blood-bought rights
Free speech Free press their proudest boast
In fertile wales, on mountain nights.
They will not see their fathers graves
Troden down by armed slaves
Rushing on like maddened waves
Red with human gore.
They will not see our banner bright,
Torn and trampled in the fight
By the foes of truth and right,
Torn to wave no more.
No the boon those fathers won,
Led by glorious Washnton
Shall descend from sire to son,
Ages yet untold.
God will nerve the patriots arm
TO withstand the gathering storm
Freemen's hearts yet too warm,
To be bought with gold
But Clearfeld Ny beloved home!
As my mind roves back DER
The year that has passed
Never TO return, blush for thee!
The pup of whiffet the tool of
A dirty dog called Forney' (the
John Of Forrest memory, who doth delight
In gobJng up the sweet tit-bts
That fall from the table of his master,
The great joller') hath been among your
Pine clad hills. By the aid of "weah'
Intelligence and Jsus-articles re.-n.y imported
lie hath discovered that your sons .re
"Steeped IN profound ignorance"
They know uaught Of the cultivated art
VI eating soup with fork. The
Dainty napkin gldes not DER their honest
Toil-bronzed features. Upon their mahogany
Sdeboards gisten not quantity carved
Bottles, nor sparkling glasses, fragrant
With the perfume OF the grape Of sunny France,
Or the banks Of the Rhine They have not been
Initiated into the mysteries of faro,
Monte, loo and other elements Of knowledge Tgence
Peculiar to 'recent settlers" Of wealth and intelli-
Oh, men of Cearied seek We this
Knight of the Quill this hireling jacklgo0l psdla,
That he point you TO these gentlemen
OF wealth and intelligence?" Seek Of them
knowledge, and you will find it
In an empty Pocke-book.
Ny song is o'er Ny tale is DONE
MY ol out. Ny money gone.