Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1871-12-27
CARRIERS CHRISTMAS GREETING
TO THE
Patrons and Friends Of the Knoxville
Chronicle.
BY CHAs. d. M'GUFFEY,


| When IsraePs shepherds heard the song,
And saw the glittering angel throng,
| Whose heaven-tuned voices, hymning high,
| Entranced the ear with melody,
| Which came with music's Hottest swell,
To hail thy birth, Emmanuel
! For this awoke the ecstatic hymn,
| From glowing lips of seraphim
! Ne er flowed before, on mortal ear,
| Such sounds as now the shepherds hear;
| Nor ever shall such sounds again
! Break on the raptured ear of man,
Till, rising to his native sky,
| He puts on Immortality.
| For this too famed that herald star,
Guiding from Eastern lands afar,
! The enquiring sages' weary feet,
| Until In David's ancient seat,
| Graded within hangers bound,
| The long sought Savior-babe is found.
| He might have come IN regal pomp
| With peahng of Archangels trump
n startling blast as loud and dread
| As that which shall awake the dead.
His lightnings might have scared the night,
| Streaming insufferable light;
| His thunders deepening, peal on peal,
Have made the earth's firm center reel;
He mightshave came that holy One,
| With millions round his awful throne;
| Countless rs are the sands that lie, ~ 80
On burning plains of Araby;
! Filling the Universe with fear, . -
As the respondent train drew near
But ah! not thus, thou lowly One,
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No thunders roar nor earthquakes shock,
Shvered the everlasting rock;
No sounds Of terror filled the ear,
No sight to chill the blood was there,
But music, such as angels hear
And words to trembling sinners dear.
On wings of love thou cam st to save,
To pluck pale terror from the grave,
And with thine own outpouring blood,
To save lis from the wrath Of God. - +
Then let us on thV natal dav
Put noise and discord far away;
And.let the warm affections flow,
Toward God on high, toward man below;
And while we lift our hearts above,
Sing, in glad chorus, GoD is LOVE.
Twelve months ago, while pealing chimes,
Announced the merry Christmas times;
Appeared chow swiftly time seems feeting)
The CHRONICLES first Christmas greeting;
Since then through Spring advancing flowers
Through golden Summer sunny hours,
Through Autumn's brown and whitening glory
Till grim old Winter, chill and hoary,
Appears again in robes of whiteness.
To quench the Summers verdant brightness,
I BY day and night, in sun and shower, "a
Throug many a long and weary hour,
We've gladly toiled to strive to show you,
We know the gratitude we owe you,
For all the kindness that you We shown us,
Kind friends, from the first hour you We known US
We We told of things beyond the ocean,
Where still has grown the fell cOmmOtion,
Which shook old Europe's thrones with dread
And piled fair Frances fields with dead
And left on many CORY plain,
Brave warriors from the stOried Seine,
Beside the forms of those who fell,
Far from the Rhine they loved so well,
Down to to-day when England stands,
With tear-wet eyes and folded hands,
Dreading the death damp on his face,
The eldest of her Pfincely race,
! While Russia gazes O er the waters,
To see Columba's lovely daughters
Lavish their Establishments SO fair,
Around the new-come Russian Bear,
And Gotham all the world Out-doirg,
/ In honors to the royal Bruin.
We told you too, of matters nearer
To every patriot heart still dearer,
How the beautiful city beside the sea,
On the isle of old Manhattan,
No longer has suffered the vulture hOrdeS,
On the blood of her sons to batten; -r-
How one thief lies in Ludlow street Jail,
And the others their booty are hiding,
And her outraged people for their misdeeds,
Are Fit reward providing,
And the ballot-box, clesnsed, stands forth in it's
might,
A bright and beautiful token,
How rig hit has triumphed DER guile and gold,
And the Fraud-King's wand is broken.
Oh gladly and oft of the day of reform,
Shall the genius of Liberty sing;
When Justices terrible sword cleft in twain,
The gold of the Tammany Ring.
We've told of how across our plains,
From ocean unto ocean, s-.f
The iron horse has still rushed on,
e With fiery, restless motion, --.e rF tf-srs
Bearing the silks of Frances looms, 1851 -
The steel of English FORCES,
With fragrant leaves frem fair Cathay.
Through deep Serra's gorgeS,
We've sent from east to western sea,
Der this broad land of ours,
IAnd-Where beyond the Atlantic wave,
Old Albion proudly towers,
Our white-winged messengers to tell,
What beauteous homes there be,
Amid our wales and mountains high,
In fair East Tennessee.
Peace blesses all our bright broad land, ga
From sunrise rock, to sunset sand ESQ
In crowded marts or distant fields,
Labor its rich reward still yields,
While to the earth's remOtest bound,
Where er the circling sun goes round
The flag our patriot fathers gave,
The flag our brothers died to save
Floats free to guard with potent charm
Columbia's every son from harm.
And mid far Asia's lonely plains
Der glorious EurOpe's fair domains, 90.
Where'er Columbia's sons are found,
The wandering Sheik or Emperor crowned
With reverence sees those colors wave, .s
Nor dares the mighty wrath to brave
OF that great realm beyond the sea,
w mere kings are nv anu iioii ID NV
And still beside the helm of State,
Patient the peoples will to wait
Sits the great leader whom we knew
First when the bolts of battle few,
And dark despair seemed gathering near
To crush the cause we held SO dear. "t
So slow of speech, but strong of hand,
So wise to counsel or command, ~
So calm to plan. yet swift to act,
When gallant hosts leader lacked,
Whose deeds with fewest words were done,
Whose eloouence was battles won,
Who raised the nation from its gloom
Till rockets glare and cannon's boom, r.i q
And millions shouts proclaimed the war
In victory's hour at last was o. er,
Whose sword ne er left his tireless hand
Till peace and triumph crowned the land.
But we We forgot, It's Christmas day, 881iJ
No time is this for reading eH ~
And all this while your warmest wish,
{ We've doubtless been unheeding, 4rs