The Montana post. [volume] (Virginia City, Montana Territory [i.e. Mont.]) 1864-1869, 1866-01-06
CITY OF VIRGINIA. TERRITORY SATURDAY JANUARY
THE CARRIERS ANNUAL ADDRESS.

Of all that holds us to this varied life,
Our Country's welfare is the strongest tie:
Strike palms, brave men, late in bloody strife!
Your tears commingle Ger the graves where lie
Your comrades, slain on either side, when surged
The waves of battles fury driven sea Imerged-
Strike palms Once more our hearts and hopes are
LIN Equal Rights and Laws again we're Free.
Ah meath the shock how rocked the yery earth,-
From Sea to Sea common wall arose!
The Western land that gave fair Freedom birth,
Ran red with blood from fratricidal blows!
Description fails: the red waves rol and higher beat
See fields OF beauty smote with ruin dre;-
Destruction pours from battery and heet;-
Erst seats of wealth and peace are wrapt in fire!
Behold yon living, less'ning pillows break
'GaInst cannon-fretted walls, in wrath ablaze
As melts on oceans breast the crystal fake,
So sink the charging host, and pass from gaze!
Ger hfeless trunks, new columns sweep the ield;-
Now hand to hand have met the "blue' and "gray !'
Columbia's sons will die, BUT NEVER YIELD:
Ills darkness, mercy-sent, that stops the fray.
The widows moan is hushed in cannons roar;
The gllst ming bayonet mocks the orphans tear;
The wife despairs of seeing husband more;
The son or daughter weeps o'er fathers bier.
And on, still on, the Car of Moloch sweeps
With blood and fire, its track is red and dun =
Around It's crimson wheels nation weeps:
How long, oh God until thy wrath is done?
Not yet the end. The fend of Death, supreme,
With dragon-train, rides on the dark ming storm;
Athwart the lnky skies, In lurid CLEAN,
Is painted hell, in its most horrid form!
With smiles sardonic, and with bitter mock,
The heartless tyrants of the earth look on;
Their subjects groan, at evry battle-shock- flown!
Despair controls each breast, whence hope hath
But gee! sun-wrought arch forms FER the scene
The black clouds break-they melt in golden air -
Oh, joy! In snow-whIte garb, with eye SERENE
The Goddess Peace descends, in diamond car!
The conflict : DER. Kind Heaven smiles above;
The fields blood-dyed so late once more are green:
The Pine and Palm incline again in love,
And Lake and Gulf know harmony between.
Enchanting, charmful Peace boon how dear
bird that nestles in the human breast,
And trills melody, that quiets fear
And sweetly lulls the soul and sense to rest >
Sweet Peace. Companion of the Angels bright!
How sad to think thy home is not of earth!
Oh, coullst thou stay: but no !; in upward flight
Again, alas thou seekst thy place Of birth.
To arms, ye patriots 70 arms once more!
IT'S honor'S voice that calls you to the field
In freedoms cause the battles are not Ger,
So long as friends oppresS'd demand our shield.
From place and pow'r the Hapsburg must be hurl'd :
REPUBLICS ONLY on THIS SIDE THE SEAS!
No home for tyrants in the Western World -
Unfurl again the war-hag to the breeze!
And Erin, Sea-girt Gem of Earth,
Whose soil is sacred to the SANITY tread;
And " oft in Tara halls - its spirit shed;
Where pumed and plated chieftains, their might,
Triumphant plunged across Brittania's Isle;
Returned with laurels from the foreign fight
In festive hall were paid by beauty's smile;
To thee, "Green Erin,' here's a friendly hand,
heart that beats responsive to your own;
Your strength combine, for God and Native Land;
Then STRIKE THE BLOW YOU'RE not alone.
Together we have fought and fell before;
Together w can fight and fall .
You meet the plund'rin tyrants on the shore;
Our 50 iron-clads - will meet them on the main.
Now home we'll come, and take local view:
MONTANA, land of heaven kissing hills,
Whose sides the sun doth light in ev'ry hue
Where rush and meet million sparkling rlls,
And form Missouri grand, of Floods the Queen
Where fertile wales, like Eden, blush and bloom
With fruits and fowrs where'er the plow hath been
Who hoklest empire In thy quick ming womb
Of thee, bright land, would sing my feeble pen.
The pioneer hath torn the ancient veil,
So long that hid thy wealth from human ken:
Increasing thousands now thy mountains scale
Primeval rocks are crushed by sinews strong,
And vallles brighten to the sickle'S CLEAN,
And hills ring Ing with the herdSman's song,
Where THREE years back the red man ruled supreme.
(Ah! see him now, in sullen, gloomy mood,
About the tombs wherein his fathers lie
He looks In vain for further solitude
The "pale face" comes where's 'er he turns his eve.
lie breaks his bow-string Sinks to rise no more
The monarch of the mountain and the vale:
The fleets of commerce line the Western shore
The white man crowds In ev'ry Eastern trail.
Oh ! Child of Nature couldst thou further see
Thy heavy heart would sink In deeper gloom
This swelling tide ALONG will carry thee,
Or MEATH prepare to meet early doom!
Above those bones the white wants home;
Those graves, ere long, are in the plowman's wake
1t FER the cherries, snowy mounts you roam,
The miner there you'll tiud with papered-stake.)
Where s seen yon snowy peaks, in middle air,
Was grazing, New Year last the deer, secure
Along those ridges snuffed the elk the air.
And all unmindful of the hunters lure.
But now Is heard, among those hoary hills,
(AppeaseleSs giants, ever crying more
The pond'rous iron-jaw of many mills,
Derourlng rock that's rich in precious ore.
Within this vale the bison's track s retained,
Tho now it smiles with cultivated lands
Her skins the Indian maiden dress'd and grained,
One year ago. where yonder saw-mill stands.
Our very capital is on the ground
Where three years back the grizzly roamed at will
| But miners cabins now strewn around
On ev'ry side-their fires on ev'ry hill.
a The star of Empire Westward takes its way
When Bishop Berkeley wrote, was very true;
But were the Bishop living now, he'd say
| That brilliant star seems FIx'D to human view.
| From Eastern hives is filled Pacifc's shore
| No more inviting sunset lands are near:
The restless throng now BACKWARD pour HERE
From East and West they meet, AND STOP Right
Away our published maps we'll have to throw
| The books of yesterday, to-day are lame:
So swiftly, rapidly ahead we go,
| Ere map or book is made we're not the same:
The stranger wishing for "pocket-guide,''
Must learn that here we fairly FLY around;
And towns and roads are made on pv'ry side
In shorter time than books and maps are bound.
few more months, and lightning's flashing wing
Win watt our golden fame to ev'ry place;
Ere long, the North-Pacifc road will bring
| Atlantic and Montana face to face.
Then come ye men of muscle, men of brain -
To ev'ry cline and ev'ry land the call
| There's room for millions still on our domain
| fortune and home are here for all .
Adieu, my patrons; and when print
And sing of newborn year another time,
! hope, with glowing coin, FROM OUR OWN MINT,
You'll pay me for my harsh and iumbled rhyme.
Ere that, the DAILY Posi- its place Will take,