Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-06-27
ANNUAL POEM.

pEroRE THR WISCONSIN Ed
TORIAL ASSOCIATION, JUNE le, 1857.
stocs Patrick Henry's eloquence, vs'iiI
And Yankee Doodle's mirth, t+c.e ttE
Give character and freedom
70 the soil which owns their birth,
At every socfal gathering
Throughout our happy land
Speeches are first In order. sr -.
Then-music by the band. q ua
The custom being national, @s'"
and highly proper toe, gre
IT'S not for me to qscstfvn ID, Il YES
Still less Tor one Of you; s-ar..
You've but to make the besi Of what
The Fates for you decree, N.
And, baviBg beard the speeches through,
~ Must listen now to me. .-..
since the ssd time our mother Eve
By Satan was beguiled,
And Adam sinned beyond reprseve,
Bswildered by her smile,
The human race has been adfift,
With neither sail nor chart
To eufds the soul amid the rocks
And shoals of Flatterys art. 1ai
We breast tho waves and storms Of life, @
Bear Up against its tides; f.. g-f. nj w..
yits soul, mid Fortunes equinox,
At anchor safely rides.
But let the soft, seductive breath
r OF Flattery fill our SOUL
We drift along like helpless wrecks
BEFORE the sweeping gale
never yet have seen the -
Who, by his strength of win,
Could overcome the pressure of pea @
An editorial Quill.
I've sosn the effort often made, y, r-s-.sffe
Bat never with Success;
No man of sense viii ever boast aa -it3t
p His freedom Of the press. t3 ,'ttS
Such language as the pen IL wont
To reyeI In withaI, 4
tone of fiattsry n yer heard gnai gIGW1 a.
by man before the fall, -
FILLED rhs note to me addressed,
Which brought me here to-day,
To MI with rhyme the niche Of time
When music ought to play. -3H .+4ag
Pale rninistrants at loarnings shrine,
sci The fettered slaves of care,
Who feed the constant fires Of thought,
And breathe their sitting air,
Tho bright eyed messengers Of juno
Are waiting ct the door,
While we, with all our sloquence,
% Still occupy the floor.
Then lay aside your weary work,
Drop all your potent quilts;
Give rest to hands that turn the cranks
OF Your opinion mills.
Let the tired brain for o ace forget,
III Meath heavens high archipg roof,
1t over penned paragraph, l-s ae.-"
Or read single proof. s,, ..-.t --.l.5
From the bost channels Of your thoughts
That, unconstraned and free,
the products Of the mind may float
Untrammcled to the sea-
sbake off the chains that long have held
Your spirit in duress,
And realize at last tho boon E1l ~. rs
or freedom from the Press. -...f-
rTis all in vain, the wish mnst fall
Unfes5ed Oh the ear ta.ao
OF him whose soul is drinking ia
The music of the year;
To whom the song of summer birds, -,
Their sweet notes all in tune.
Comes blending with the air that floats n5
From out the lips 0fJune. Scr
We cannot sever, 9aite, the link
That binds to the past, 9#
Nor pluck, without a thought Of work,
The blossoms round us east
Natures caloric press we find, @
Is running day and night a..~.# Is
Whether ths storm cOnd lowers above,
Or earth Is bait. cd in light. SIG
We read the proof sheets Of its work
On every snn-touched flower,
And watch the slight corrections that
Are made from hour to hour
We note the punctuation points
That nature sets between
Tho time she puts her scarlet on
And doffs her robe of green. aa}
We mark the light Of August's sun, M
That through the harvest shines, ,.- .