The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1866-03-09
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INVOCATION OF CITY AUTHORITIES
TO THE CHOLERA.


Cholera, Spirit Of Orient, hail
Over the wide deep comcth wall;
For the fell Shape, that stnod cloudy and vague
Guarding hells gate, has risen TO plague,
In thy port, grimmer than femines or wars,
Nations that send forth their cry to our shores.
II.
Born of the curse Of the East to the West,
Onward thou iourneyest ever, Pestl
Aud where thou passcst the bllowing graves
Rise multitudinous, as the sea waves
Billcw and roll in the ships wake, aud far
Troubled like waters the peoples hearts arc.
Cairo and COustantuople, aud sho
Sittn- in sorrow by AdriO's sea-
hcghorn, Marscilles, and the datlincs Of Spain,
Heap thy course thick with their myriad slain;
And the North, winter-kept, early shall be
Pale as the SHOWS, in the spring-time with thee;
Then thou wilt rise with the breath OF the South,
Honeycd poison aud bane in thy MOUTH
And from the Norihs dcsolation will turn
lluher thy face, where the summer shall burn
On such harvest as the earth bore
Ripe for pestilence, never before.
Cholera, cholera, cholera, comei
Come TO the city we deck for thy home
Come to Manhattanl New York never gave
Prince, hero, charlatan, exile or knaye,
Cholera, such reception as we,
Queen of mems terror, have plotted for thee J
".
Come in the lustiest joyance Of June,
When the earths heart is in perfectest tune
With her Creators will, and all the days
Touched with His benison, utter his praise;
When from her woodland dells Natures wild
health
Breathes over fields that are crowned with heT
wealth;
Then, when conteument unutterabe
In every motion of being shall dwell;
Then with tly tremors and cholics and cramps
Then with thy pallors and death -boding dampsi
Come to the city we deck for thy home
Cholera, cholora, cholera, come
Come to the city of orient filth,
Orient spirit! and battle in the spilth
Namelesss and loathly Of cutters that run.
Stink in the shadow and steam in the sun
Nest in the dung heaps that border these rill1,
Ancient, eternal and fixed as the hills;
In putrid Sewerage quarter the still
Host of invisible slaves Of thy will:
Hold in the tenement houses thy court;
Make of the poor thy sovereign sport;
Hunt them by basement, by garrct, by stair,
Whereer they cover and lurk, hunt them there
In the light sickening, in the dark dying,
Hunt them, and smite them, and set their souls
flying,
Till from their poisonous anguish the air
Wide through the city thy power shall bear,
And on soft couches the sick shall be strcwn
Thick as they languish on straw and en- stone;
Aud the doors misery knocked at in vain
| Open shall fly at the touch of her slain;
And at all hearthstones and boards thou shal
loom,
Presence Of terror, and sorrow, and dooml
VI.
Come thou, whose terrible coming make
| Love hard as Fear, and the bridegroom forsake
| Her that is stricken with death in his arms
| Come, with thy rumors and endless alarms;
| Make men abhor one another; make sons
| Fly mothers flying their fatheress ones
| Make kindred cruel to kindred, and blood
| Venom to blood; let nights silence brood
On the Moons heart, now beating so high;
| Let all the voices Of traffic be dumb;
| Peasure's gay Speech and youth s laughter free
Children's sweet treble, and babes babbe, be
flushed at the banquet devoted to thee;
! Neught but the mourners' slow feet going by,
| With the dumb wheels of the hearses that creep
llarnessed to Nightmares, trouble the sleep
OF the great city deck for thy home
Cholera, cholera, cholera, come
1.-THE Nation.