Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1867-06-29

oI,T field 81 labor Let us work il actively an
Each one OF us has great and Te
s OnsibIe duty to perform. Every locality has 1t
own elements of greatness and wealth. Thee re
sources can best be developed through the lOcs
press. This Is a department. too liable 20 be neg
lected. The great mission Of the eOuntry press, /
10 develop the special advantages OF Its own local
ity In our State, with such diversified resources
each lOCshty has some leading element OF wealtl
its own. Let us ali see 10 it. that We d
our full duty in bringing before the public on
many advantages. In this way We improve on
state increase ITS population and wealth. and hell
ourselves by the making Of q paper that cannO
fail OF receiving liberal support paper that at
tends we'll 10 it, local matters cannot BE- dspenseI
with by ne people OF its locality. Upon Us. in
high degree, the future destiny of Wisconsin de
ponds. We have ia our charge the channels thrO
which its interests be projected, its resources
developed, Its population increased, as wealth en-
hancei and its position as one Of the most impOr
taut members of the EistsrhOOd OF States secured
n We but do our full duty 10 ourselves AMI the
state. Let as strive a. accomplish our iaEk in such
manner as shall secure the grratest good 10 the
and reflect upon ourselves the
most enduring honor and glory. May success al
eud each one Of you i'm all your audable efforts IN
fes and in the language OF an old and distinguish
a editor of our county, msy you
$50 live that when thy summons comes to iofu
The innumeTable caravan. that moves
4 that ms steTi0uE realm. where ezch shall take
His chamber in the silent halls Of death:
Thou go not, like Jhe quarry slave at nj ht
ScOuTg'd to his dungeon, but sustained and
sOOthed
BY an unfalteTing trust, approach Thy grave
Like one, that draws the drapery Of bis couch
About him. and lies down in pleasant dreams.'
after the address came the Annual
Poem, by Mr.. HI. Il. Hayden, of Mil.
xaukee, of which the following is a
copy:
THE POEM.
Since Patrick nenry's elOquence
And Yankee DOOdle7s miTih,
Gave character and freedom To
The soil which owns their birth,
At every social gathering
Throughout our happy land,
Speeches are FIRST in order, and
Then, Emusic by the band
The custom being national,
And highly proper too,
lis not for ne 10 question IL,
Still less for one of you;
You're but 10 make the best of what
The fates for you decree,
And having heard the speeches through,
Must listen, now, To me.
Since the sad time our mother Eve
BY Satan was beguiled,
And Adam sinned beyond Teprieve
Because a woman smiled
The human race has been adTift,
With neither sail nor chart,
To guide the soul amidst the rocks
Aud shoals of tiatteTy's art.
We breast the waves and storms of life.
Bear up AGAINST its tides
The soul, mid Fortunes Equinox,
At anchor safely rides
But let the soft, seductive breath
OF fiatteTy all our sail
We drift along, like helpless wreck
Before the sweeping gale.
never vet have seen the man
Who, by has strength Of viii,
Could overcome the pressure of
An editorial quill
I've seen the effort often made.
But never with success
No man Of sense will ever boast
His freedom Of the press.
Such language as the pen IS wont
To Teyel in, Withal-
A tone of tiattery never heard
BY man, before the fall
Filled the short note, to me addressed,
Which brought me here to-day
To all with rhyme the niche of time
When music ought 10 play.
Pale ministrants at learnings shrine,
The tetteTed slaves OF care,
Who feed tile constant fires of thought,
And breath their sitting air
The bTight-eyed messengers of June
Are waiting at the door,
While We with all our elOquence,
Still occupy the floor.
Then, lay aside your weary work,
Drop your all potent quilts,
Give rest to hands that turn the cranks
OF your opinion mills
Let the tired brain, for once. forget
Meath Heavens high arching roof,
Ii ever penned paragraph
OR read single proof
Turn the best channels of your thoughts,
That unCOnstrained and free,
The products of the mind may float
Untrammeled to the seal
Shake off the chains that long have held
Your spirit in duTess
And realize, at last, the boon
OF freedom from the press
lis all in vain, the wish must fall
Unheeded, ON the ear
OF him whose soul is drinking In
The music of the year;
To whom the songs of summer birds,
Their sweet notes all in tune,
Come blending with the air that floats
From out the lips of June.
We cannot sever quite the link
That binds us to the past,
Nor pluck, without a thought of work,
The blossoms round us cast.
Natures calOric press, full speed,
Is running, day and night,
Whether the storm cloud lowers above,
Or earth is bathed in light.
We read the proof sheets of its work
In every sun-tOuched flower
We watch the slight corrections, that
Are made from hour to hour
We note the punctuation points
That nature sets, between
The time she puts her scarlet on
And dOtfs her robes of green.
We mark the light of August's sun.
That through the harvest shines,
And leaves upon the golden sheaVes
The imprint Of its lines
Till Nature runs her volume through
As seasons come and 90,
Her leaves turned bv the Autumn's frost
And covered by the snow.
o, let US read, and treasure well
The volume of the years
Filled with the mirth Of happiest hours
And hallOWed by our tears
And, while our short vacation goes
In pleasure idle dream,
Whether we chase the iron track,
Or float upon the stream
To Natures dear communion come
Upon her lOwly shrine,
For rs, her priestly hands shall spread
The sacred bread and wine.
Ma-M IaaIa Lar rrIIL hlnssInm.