Brownlow's Knoxville Whig, and rebel ventilator. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1863-1866, 1865-12-27
The Carriers Address.

Wheels within wheels are ever found
In all mems grave affairs, It's said.
So rolls the earth its daily round
Through longer times the Seasons shed
Their influence on Dame Natures face
Each in its turn mild or severe
Then runs the globe its distant race
Embracing all within the year.
Why then may not the "Carrier Boy
Large orbit have as we'll as small?
Each week with news Of grief or Oy,
10 shop and office, house and hall
He'd trudge along through dust or mud,
Through heat and cold, sunshine and rain.
Spring time has come, when flowers bud
And bloom; then over hill and plain,
Summer IFS glories wide has poured;
Next, Autumn, with bright, mellow skie,
And luscious fruits, profusely stored
Last, Winter, when all Nature flies
And hides It's life from ice and cold.
And yet through all, he'd plOd his way
The current news to oft unfold
No,c once he comes to get his poy.
Impute to him no sordid mind:
He asks not silver bright, nor gold.
Be his reward by Spinner signed,
Or currency in fractions told!
Since last he made his annual call,
A change has Ger the country passed
Pleasant as great. What sudden fall
Was there to Davis League when vast
And mighty armies that had met
Often in battle stern, again
Net peacefully,-the bloody debt
Of War all paid One, with deep pain
To ground its arms and yield the palm;
The other, master of the field,
To take with low restrained and calm,
The victory, its foe must yield?
Then er the land reioicings went
Fervent and loud from loyal hearts.
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Or glad with scenes of strife to part.
Up to the King of kings were poured
Thanksgiving warm. His name be praised!
joyful on air the cannon rOarcd;
With shouts and songs strong arms appraised
Our countrv's fag,-the Stripes and Stars,
Waving it high Ger land and sea,
Ger soldiers brave and gallant tars,
Ger States United still and frcei
/ But harkl on the winds comes a sorrowful vail
| 7 is the voice of a nation lamenting its Chief.
The cheeks Of strong men, at the story grow pale
Tender hearts as they hear it, in tears find relief.
The man of brave soul,-hOnest Lincoln's no more
\ The victor is victim by murderou5 hand
Toll out the great bells! let the rich and the poor
Join in grief Ter his bier throughout the broad land
Let the men whom he freed AfriC's dark, tawnv son
1 Sing his requiem sad, as he sinks in his grave,
On the plains of the West where the great riverrun,
T was the life of the Nation, he laborcd to save!
Another guides the ship Of State,
| Across the dangerous deep.
| The Captain now, was chosen Mate
And safe, the vessels way will keep.
Reconstruction requires great skill,
| And good knowledge what tools TO work.
1 He has vigor, sense and the Will
/ No duty official to shirk.
The peoples voice will cheer him still
In all that accOrds with the Right,
That favors Peace and tends to fill
America with life and light
But see! at what fast rate
My Pegasus goes!
So rapid has been his gait
7 is high time to close.
Ny pen of public affair.
Itches sharply to write;
Of the peoples losses, carc:,
And suf rings in fght'
Of the Nations heavy debt,
And all high prices,
And things 10 know or forget
| As wisdom advises.
But I'll trespass no more. Adieul
| Till next year arrives.
A happy Christmas TO youi
And long be your lives!