The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1869-02-24

lnOu DfORe my promise nero 10 Sn1nel
In dalliance thou didst charm tile ear,
When freedom's oorements .wcre near;
Thy cry was t'Peace'-but peace came not
With IIessian bayonets and with shot!
Thou cried 'sall's well" upon our coast!
But false ns hel's thy impious boast.
All Is not woll when Carolina weeps
Ger mighty dust that her Magnolia keepsi
Nor is all woll whom shiverinR in tho cold,
Young Texas bleats like sheep upon tho void
And let Virginia and our Sumptor tell,
How " freedom shrieked" when Stonewall jack
son fell!
Oh reoroant year, thy heritage Of woe
Hath slain tho sanity for tho enyenomed foe;
Now Southern henrts are breaking IN the street,
While midnight yultures o'cr their carrlon meet,
They baskcd awhile In our Confederate zono,
And now they snarl DER putrid Federal bone!
Oh Oft we strive to peer tlIro' mist forlorn,
10 rue the day our grandsires e'cr were born
TO shake the 5plendour of diamond crown,
For partnership Of fools and Yankee clown!
Say crownless year, what hast thou dono for us1
Why not impeach thee? 1t was ever thus
That trust In Princes was most bitter gall,
But trust In "Pnrty" is the worst of all!
Can memory purge the time our battle blade
Glitter'd through wars dim smoke, aud made
A line of History writ In yandal gore,
That nations saw with wonder, though our M.
tion is no more!
We strain'd our eyes for freedom g rising sun
OF truth and Justice IN our land begun!
But bloody stars have risen on Carolnas sight
Whose law Is ruin, and whose might is right.
Fresh tears are falling DER this new. born grief
For fertile promise withercd in the leaf.
Our crowns of bays, are turn'u to crowns of
'horn
And riot rule ere plenty fllls her horn!
The clouds are lowering on the horizon!
The morning cometh, but without the sun;
On, treachercus year, Oh perjurcd hours of ime!
fe sung requiem DER Hs ,vtn's fairest cline.
nightmare broods upon our peoples rest
Aud all is lost, save honor Is confessed;
Hell is unbound, aud ycils again tor blood,
From ChcnmnuY' to Rio Grantlc's q ,od.
Oh year OF grief, we hero thy memory our Sc!
Go join thy twins strotcl'd In their sable hcurse
They irown'd OH ms e'er since the lts OF Lee
Was trail'd iu dust by SCUM OF every sea!
Yet the pale South within our horoscopes
Shall bloom again upon her mountain slopes;
Though ftle and demons mny retard the hour,
The right Of Gcnus brings them into power
Nor time nor tyrants ca" our futuro slay-
Pence hath her victories for the coming day.
Land of the South Qleen Of my manhood's
prime!
lit my soul IN Heavenly wings ofrhymc!
Oh weeping benut, il ,h.e forget.
May my i"rrur 1allrl, anu my eyes be wet
With tears perennial as Oil Antin0h's strsainI
Oh rur"lila mn! bitter fre hdon's Ocean!
Eye uf Tie South, amid thy wa>ie of years
Land OF my sou,-thuu Niobe In tears
.. SPEECH OF THE OLD YEAR.
Enough! Enough tile oil year oried,
Thy just impeachment y nut denied,
have fulfilled my dreadful fhtc,
with whining Puritnns and hate;
/ served Apullyom's dark bchcst,
Aud now am his warmcst guest;
My work huth made bis oIuldrUn boil,
With soallnwasycr's 'trooly loil."
Race against races, have I set,
Whose appetite for blond is whet.
see them on my Southern cnust,
And mnrshallcd Nre my mOngrel host!
Peace like tho dove from Noah's breast,
Returns again not finding rest!
All rophet did approve my task,
And gave me all ambition asked;
! sold my soul to he'll for gain,
And saw the Southern lanl was sfain.
My thunder was us loud as Jovc's,
In every cnurt, and camp and grove;
bly, spies and minions werc abroad,
By silent hill aud dark cross road
Through reekng hamlet aud the vine,
Times smothercd vengeance yet may shine
Ny snares nre sot. my lines. arc laid,
Aud hell's unbound upon the raid;
Tic earth is mine, and these my saints,
Are my annointed without paint.
THUS did the old years. bectio brow,
Essay his speech like carrion crow;
Ills nasal twang bespoke his birth, '
Ills race, his lineogc upon earth.
Twas thus he did discourse deliver, "
Fast by the shores of Char on's Liver,
Aud tho devil himsolf was there to see,
This Scallawag Knight Of Diddle~dum.deeI
SPEECH OF APOLLYON.
Thou hast we'll, said old Satan growled,
Aud all his vampires encore howled-
Well done Old Year, now take thy I'LL,
For thou brought grIst unto our mill.
I gave thee hnilstorms, gave thee floods
I gave thee rapine in the blood;
And many crime remains unknown,
Which In our realm Is deeply sown ....
I have my minlons with the "saints,"
WHO snarl and snyel their complaints
For full two hundred years or more,
I reaped a harvest from their shore!
At Geneva broke their sleep
They march on England DER the deep;
From there gathered d.many host
In Cromwell's time to rule my roast!
And then liko wolves from hollands locks,
They sneaketl away to Plymouth Rocks
| Their greedy MayAowor did we guido,
| Her crusy Grew with hopeful pride;
| And the fires they lit IN wintry woods,
| Hath sprt al my frtbrands with tho foods;
| There's not an Inch Of Southern ground,
But where my KingdoIn's Cause is found.
My reign ofterror still prevails, .. Z,
! by "sants' and imps arc on the galesi
My armed bands md satraps meet,
| To crush the Southron In the street. '
| Hath ye my "saints" Of Bunker Hill,
| Up to tho brlm, the challce fill;
Hero from our throne In 'rophet grand,
! We order fury through the Southern landl
80 spoke Apol{yon ere tho realms OF night.
Enshrouded him In his nocturnal flight. T. r .
| High on ST. PHILIPPE cross IN air
He poised awhile In triumph. .thore!
With GROSS Of Chris beneath iiit fset