Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1865-01-07
ADDRESS
of the Carrier to the Patrons
OF THE
Col llMRiA MOOR Al


4 leaf turned DER in the book Of years,
Unmois,eBed Sc, by the dew Of tears,
Nor yielded yet by the joy aud mirth
Of the youth and buoy ancy Of earth
Kind patrons all at such a tim,
fis meet that in humble rhyme,
Should Claim share oil your regard,
And strive to win fit reward;
Because tbs fashion of the day
For the newsboy, in bis homcly way,
As each new year comes out in turn,
Fresh and clean from the old ones urn,
10 seize tho lyre aud touch its chords,
And charm you with the wealth Of words;
To dwell ou scenes that have gone by,
And glance into futurity-
A lesson and a moral draw
From all he felt and all he saw;
Tell bow the seasons cone and go;
OF Summers hrat aud Winters snow;
How fast Old Time keeps rolling on,
Strowus the pathway to the tomb,
Sparipg nor rank, nor sex, nor years,
From a bitter heritVge of tears.
Dear patrons siucc last New Years day,
When lads aud lasscs joined in play,
Enjoying many a goodly thing
Our holidays ne'er fail to tring-
When friends within The festive hall,
Around the table gathered all,
Aud, midst the clash tf fork and knife,
Paid homage to be cheer Of life,
Aud in the flow of happy mirth
Forgetting all the ills Of earth,
PledgiDg anew the vows Of youth,
OF friendship and uubr oxen truth
Or when, within the mu'ic's sound,
The whirling, giddy dance went round,
With glancipg forms, and tramp Of feet,
And fash Of eyes, and hearts that beat:
Since then, cay, we all have seen
The meadows decked in garments green
The bright-eyed SPRING, with fairy train,
A visit hath paid 10 earth again;
With wave Of her wand the genial show
ers
Poured their pearly drops on the withcred
Aud the rose peeped forth from its prison
cell,
In the garden plat or the mountain dell.
The laughing Hours, the livcloDg day,
In the gay parterres were heard to play,
And their loves breathe out in a balmy
sigh,
As the soft and pcrfum'd breeze stole by
And SUMNER, too, with golden sheen,
Its mingled web of light and green-
The gardeners pride, and the farmers Joy,
AS they reap the fruits Of their employ
When bounteous Ceres fills her horn
With the ripened lheaves and the yellow
corn,
Aud the lowing Of herds upon the hills
Blends with the music of the rills,
That, leapipg from the mountain side,
Alosg the meadows gently glide.
Then AUTUMN comes, with its faded
leaves,
AL tossed about By the sighipg breeze,
As at morn and eve it hurries along,
Touching the heart with its pIainlive song,
Like sorrowing spirit breathing lay
y 'er the wreck ol beauty, the earth S decay
But turn We from this troddcn field
To find what other themes we yield
Our pinions speed for higher cline,
y broader sweep, loftier rhyme.
Ger all our land, from sea to sea
We wave the banner of the free
Fling to the bretz re ard to the sun
The stars and stripes our fathers won
Bright symbols wrenchcd from grasplnp
power
u the Revolutions trying hour,
When her oes' life blood ebbed away
In the purple tide Of the dread affray,
When, high above the battle s.roar,
Eloated the flag our fathers bore
Mid fame, and smoke, and battle cry,
And startling shouts of liberty
Few have survived to see, this day,
With tollering step and locks of gay,
The setdling by their valor sown
A great and giant nation grown
An empire stretching far aud wide
From Pacific to Atlantic's tide,
Along whose glens and rocky sleeps
Stern Freedom still her vigil keeps;
Her watch fires kindlng on each hill,
aeaecting broad he peoples will.
y by should zee pale az Wars alarms
Who can defy world in arms.
But you would vote me "verdant" t"-clown
Did | not mention our fair town.
81 enterprise, and skill and labor,
'he now o'erlops each rival neighbor;
,olossus-like, stands in her pride
IN rolling Su'qushanna S side
hank God, there is no rebel foe
o lay our habitations low; =,
With US It's peace-from far and near e
8 poured tide of bounteous cheer,
md from our workshops comes a sound
bat makes the welkin ring around,
While the busy engines curling smoke
.scends on bigh at every stroke.
'ur Merchants sell "wondrous cheap Itr
md yet an ample profit reap, Pt
md piles Of boxes and of bales,
re earnest Of their rapid sales
lat know the cause Of their success
advertising through the press.