Maryland free press., 1867-01-03

The wigwam and the village shared,
The virgin earth fer seed prepared,
The glorious charter next unfurled
"Freedom Of conscience" to the world
Leaped forth, in words of living light,
Like meteors on the brow of night,
Free as the waves that lash the shore
Is man, his Maker to adore.
"Yaocomico," in thy sweet valleys then, .
The SONS of God did truly walk th men.
On all thy hills beacon CLEANED,
So beautiful, SO bright it seemed,
A star to guide the oppressed and the reyiled.
To this new Eden in the forest wild.
"Land of the sanctuary" to thee,
Fled all who painted to be free,
And thou with arms extended wide.
welcome gave and every want supplied.
How soon was warmed within thy breast,
A nest of adders who DISTRESSED
Thy noble sons, and left their slime,
To stain the annals of their time
Let history tell; the muse would veil ... ...
Grimes that make the cheek turn pale.
Our country, next of thee we sing,
And of thy woes that had their spring
In bigotry's dark, polluted brain
Firstborn of pride, that dared in Heaven to reign
And for its daring, hurled to endless woe
In deepest realms of night below. . r
Its progeny ON earth it left behind,
Hoping it with chains might bind ..
Mans noblrst impulse and destroy
His earthly chance for Heavenly joy.
Twas this that lit the torch of war,
Where all was peace and happiness before
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Badc brother seek for brothers life
Implanted hatred in the breasts of those,
by nature, never meant for foes
Alas how many in those days of gloom,
Uncohined, sank into their bloody tomb.
Their number none will ever know,
Until the Archangels trumpet sounds below.
ITsw many hearts will never cease to mourn
For their beloved who never will return.
For them more the earth will bloom,
Their hopes lie withered in the tomb.
The father views with mute despair,
Ills lonely hearth, the vacant chair
The mother shrieks, in accents wild:
ooh give me back my child, my child
The stricken sister, mourns, in vain,
For him. he ne'er will see again
And, the pale wife, oh who can tell
What pangs within her bosom swell;
The sun has faded from her sky,
The fountains of her bliss are dry,
Her throbbng brain with anguish reels,
God of the fatherless, to thee, she kneels:
"oh! shield my orphans" is her prayer,
HBestow on them fathers care"
This is thy work, stern bigot, this,
How many didst thou hur from bliss,
TJo,. ,oo,,, from, MI hoo tbu town
In distant prisons doomed to mourn,
The cruel wrongs that scourged the land.
And gave their homes to midnight brand,
Men walked the earth, like spcctres Of the past,
Truth fled afar, foul-eyed suspicion cast
Her lurid glare, all who did not pray
To the new "Aloloch' of that fearful dav.
Stern bigot, thy short reign is Ger,
Thy mandate can alright no more;
Fast rising through the mists and tears
Ofbygone days, lordly form appears.
lie leans upon the "Constitution and the laws"
To these appeals, on these he rests his cause.
The advocate "of nations, there he stands,'
Alike unheeding taunts and brands.
Your venom ne'er can reach that mark,
You strike, strike wildly in the dark,
But vain your curses, vain your rage.
His victory yet will grace the page
0fhistory, sublime and grand
He'll tower aloft, the saviour Of the land.
The carrier boy has wandered far, ...
Mid scenes of woe, mid scenes ofwar,
And gladly, he retu again,
Ts resume the burthen of his strain.
The vanished year, its smiles and tears,
fv ita irba md f,ar
Its happy days, its peaceful nights,
Its thrilling joys, its pure delights,
The wntry winds its requium sing,
The feccy clouds its white shroud bring,
And wrapp'd within its mantle of snow,
1t bids farewell to all below.
OH happy those who spentits hours,
While it linger'd here, mid sun and showers,
In works of mercy, peace and love,
Thus "laying treasures up in Heaven above"
The New Year dawns, on its young brow,
We see no trace of sadness now,
me'simpress has not craven there, ..
The furrowed lines of grief and care.
oh may his fingers lightly pass,
With softest touch, DER that fair face,
Nsr single stain or blemsh leave,
To show that man did ever grieve.
May the "Almighty's" fostering smile,
Heal our distracted land the while,
And peace, and law, resume their reign,
Ne'er to forsake our shores again.
May toll with its reward be crowned,
And plenty spread its stores around,
May health its peerless blessings shower,
In hall and cot, in grove and bower,
And thou dear patron, kind and good,
Who nobly by the Gree Press" stood,
May each succeeding year to thee,
Mere happy than the last still prove to be;
May'st thou be crowned with every joy,
Is the fervent prayer of the Carrier Boy.