The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1870-05-17
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Dear Register:
What would you think IL tonight,
A letter in rhyme 10 your readers I'd write,
On things as they are and are likely TO be,
In this land of the brave and home OF the
where Condition or crime entail no disgrace,
And man is q sovereign In rags or in lace,
And the people SO born TO every rlgnl,
Untaxed and unfettered grow Wild with de-
Our banner that now proudly flaunts to the
Is adored from Alaska away TO Belize;
From ocean TO ocean its stars gleam along,
To the musical chorus Of Liberty's song.
No clanking of chains strike the breast oil
It's wings are unburuened with sorrows
And the negro to-day with his sceptre-
clutched hand,
Is the glory and beast and pride OF our land.
In Senate and Court alike he is Lord,
And proud nation throbs at the sound Of
his word.
No exclusive privileges longer can bind,
To indolent ease his new born mind
Soon after "our martyr" proclaimed him a
man,
That he laid down a happy original plan,
To blend the two races, like fluids, in one,
The darkness Of night and the light of the
sun.
Wen give them all rights and though dem
agOgueS pirate, .
Well force to compliance each sovereign
State,
Thus boldly inverting old natures weak
plan,
New laws will he made TO suit our new man,
And woman. dear woman, she'll come TO us
too,
In our work of reform she'll find something
TO do:
Flounces and frilIs she must cast all aside,
And in tight-fitting breeches assert her
strong pride"
Cady stanton, Sue Anthony, Fan Wright,
and all,
The others now move at philanthropy call
"Our rights they cXclaim,' and no b0then-
OR else well inaugurate miscegenation."
own way,
Whate'er we may do and whatever we may
NV plan is lust this, let us hunor the fun,
And happily blend the three races in one.
Between Niger and white her place shall be
middle,
And cats all alike we'll play thigh diddle,
diddle."
Wen tickle those ribs with an amatiye
feather,
And lions and lambs will lay down together
Morality at this may lengthen its jaw,
But love Is our liberty-nature our law.
q, where on the broad earth can country ike
this
Exult i'm the glory and glow of such bliss,
Where the unlettcred mind Is invested with
rule,
And philosophers laugh at the use or tn"
school:
The days of our Pinckneys and HayneScs
are DER,
"Thc castle new stands, hut the Senatcs no
more H-.-...
The sun that once blaze,l there, hut tran
silently fits
And where Webster once Numbered Il
EunOch now sits,
4 dwelling minnie of greatness, whose soul
\ few unSeXed women can hold in control;
TO whom this high Senate SubmiSSively
bow,
ZOW,
In the House where the voice of pure clo-
qucnce rose .
To spur the chilled heart or soothe To re-
pose;
Where an audience would breathleSsly list
for each thought,
Till the proud eye proclaimed Inspiration
was caught,
Behold il to-day sunk in intany low,
Unworthy the Snecr or the scott OF foe,
With libertine darkies for audience to cheer,
While the good DER the damning disgrace
shed a tear.
Yet, yet, though misiortunes around us fall
Tho dark clouds the sky of our hopes over
cast;
When all things shall fail, TO one refuge Wen
fly,
To our warm friend Boutwcll's big hole in
the sky;
Enough for the present, in woe or in veal,
You may count me your fast friend,
TERRY O'NEIL.