The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1867-01-04
Eighth Annual Address Of the Carrier
Of the ManitoWoc Pilot.

Eighth Annual Address Of the Carrier
Of the Manitowoc Pilot.
Ringing out on the cold chill air,
Comes the Carriers voice to the young and the
fair
To the old and the i'll with a greeting of joy,
W it'll hopes of success from the Carrier Boy.
The world is rejoicing and feasting in fun,
And loud laughs ring forth at many pun,
While tables are laden with turkey and roast,
And healths too are given, and many a toast.
But the wind sweeps by with sadden'd moan,
And signs for the absent in a solemn tone,
And we think of some, in the cold frozen earth,
mirth
/ thought DER the past, last night as stood,
Reflectively thinking in a pensive mood
The cold little stars were twinkling in light
And the earth was chill, that cold wintry
night
Those same little stars thro' many long years,
Have waxed and waned in their heavenly
spheres
And nations have watched them, each in ats
turn,
Yet, still little lamps-they continue to burn,
Keeping watch Fer the progress of nations and
men,
And shades of the past rise from valley and
And look on the changes with wonder amaze,
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And b ere are we now far ahead in the race,
Yet still as nation we keep up the pace
Our Sea-Board and Commerce will challenge the
world,
And in every port is our banner unfurlcd.
We can boast Of our wealth, our science and art,
We're the great globes centre--the world IS
great heart.
But the news you will want from the Carrier
Boy,
Why yes, you shall have it with genuine JOY !;
But just stop q moment and let me reflect,
For the news, if give it, must be quite correct.
Well the war is Ger, the clouds cleared away,
And we're living now in a happier day;
The currents of trade have opened anew,
Rich stocks and fabrics presented to view;
Our ship-yards are filled with workmen and art
For tranqulity's opened the laborer's mart
A Harbor Wen have ere many day.
And Railroad to bind us with those far away.
Naught else you will ask, of national kind,
To present to the public-to the reading mind!
All yes | remember-there' the lady's con-
vention
A national thing that is worthy of mention.
The ladies have met and they've sternly de-
bated,
And many a homo was sorely berated.
Now, God bless the ladies, l love them so ycfl
l think I'll omit their stories to tell
And when l find one whom | ardently hate,
l shall wi sh her to join in the heated debate
Now the Carriers merry and trimming with
fun,
Crack many joke and many a pun
But when times so dry, as surely they are,
Then jokes seem to him a wonderful jar
And it's quite true, too, that nature is dry,
And able philosophers can tell us the why.
And Christians and Sinners were all in mix.
Saloons we dried up-and decantcrs- we
spill'd EN-,
But we left 'em the chink, so they'd rapidly
fill 'em.
Old Weathercocks all, told us last fall
This winter would freeze the hardest of all :;
But when so pleasant and warm they have
seen it,
They tell us they did mt assurcdly mean it.
The faults in the muskrats and not in the men,
And the bears some to blame in his horrible
dem
Well what world it is-Hhat a wonderful
world
How event on event is rapidly hurl'd
Prussia and Austria have kicked up row,
And Austria is ruined, the Prussians avow.
Macmillan has mounted the Mexican throne,
Old Engldnd's voice through the great ocean
roar,
Has approached the land of Liberty's shore
For the great cable lies in the mystical deep,
And though so quiet and still-it is never
asleep;
And the Lightning runs now thro' the depth
of the sea,
And tell us of all both the bound and the free ;
| stood last night by the great death door.
Of the olden year who with bent head hoar,
Approached to the gate where the young prince
Awaiting his coming in anxious mood
The young man stood with his courtiers around
But the old walked alone-not q stir-not a
sound
The courtiers were clothed in cold sparkling
ice,
The old man approaching saluted them thrice
Then the greeting was warm that cold stormy
night,
A grand, solemn, magnificent sight;
And the old man wept as he kissed the child,
And the wind moaned sadly coldly, and wild.
Then the old man bowed by the side of the boy,
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