The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1871-06-15

Familiar as a page that's oft perused;
Our fresdes, marts, our temples and our bowers-
These claim our fondcst thoughts, for these are
ou-s:
These are the local items which we price,
Because in tn ese our nearest interest lies.
This is a law Of nat :,re and began
At that far source, tho primal home of man
That Heavenly seat, VIII 'ch Adam and bis Eve,
Misled by toreign ne,vs were doomed to leave!
They did not dream, the simple, happy pair,
That all tho youthful world might be as fair:
That flowers as sweet by Niles blue fountains
flung
Their incense on the wind; that skies as young
As those of Eden, blushing through their smiles,
Warmed all the rosy waves round fair Egea's isles:
That gales as soft DER spicy Ceylon blew;
As those that dried in Paradise the dew,
Or stirred the rose in Adams nuptal bower,
Or kissed the check of Eve, q tairer flower.
Of this they nothing knew. They only saw
Their own fair Eden only felt the Law
Of their own natures, blameless, soft, refined,
For Heaven itself was mrrored in each mind.
Possessed of fragrant walls and grateful bowers,
Where angel guests made dear the social hours,
AAoy AoN AO "AnuS AoAt ~ AooAo w IOba,
For all they saw, they loved, and that was AonssI
That was their world, and in each placid breast
Contentment grew, and heaven approved and blest.
As did young Adam, 80 do all mankind,
In home and country still their Eden find.
Nowhere the twilight star so swestly beams,
As on our own green hills, and woods, and streams;
Nowhere does morn with lovelier bushes rise,
Than on the scenes familiar to our eyes.
So evening lingers-so the morning breaks
On Ainnesota's beauty, ss she wakes
In hor young strength, with eyes that, eloudless
bright, "
Blue as Athene's, round her drop thelight;
Warmed by her smiles the blades to promise spring
From germs that will mighty harvest bring; ..
A harvest vast-and many bramble strong,
To man the reaper's hand, but not his song
A goodly yield, in spite Of Satans cares
To choke the generous crop with lying tares.
All Industries into the harvest come,
Will then be b card from fields that now are dumb
From wilds that wait the coulters stubborn blade.
And streams that warble through the savage shade
From forests old, which centuries have giassed
In their own slumb'reus meres; from prairies vast,
Where now amid the wastes and deserts green,
tFull many a flower is born to blush unseen"
With precious gifts, with song, and pipe and drum
Will Minnesota to her harvest come.
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Brown Agriculture first, Earth's eldest born,
Will bear to Ceres' shrine his fruit-crowned horn,
Aud twine with rustic skill an reverent care
His wheaton garland with her yellow hair,
And, from his brimming goblet, ou her shrine,
Pour red libations from the Northern vine.
Thus crowned aloft with looks serene, elate,
Tho central power and figure Of the State,
As first her interests are advanced, secure,
So shall the State expand, its strength endure,
Each industry will reap its proper gains
Where Agriculture thrives and Ceres reigns.
Then growing Commerce will extend her sail,
And drive her car along the level rail,
While Het mes, as of old, shall be her guide,
And lead her prosperous over land and tide
Far - may cleave her kees their liquid course
Or run upon his traca her iron horse.
The wastes unclaimed that stretch remote and lone,
Shall then the powerful wand Of Progress own.
Towns and cities, many a prosperous mart,
Tho sea sol culture, learning, science, art,
The rural mono, where smiling Plenty dwslls,
And rustic Ease of former hardship tells.
All, that proclaim people prosperous, great,
The future angers Of the the rising State.
Vouchsafe her liberal laws, make broad her shield,
And give her ample room on her own field,
And far as bends and shines her starry dome,
From all her fruitful shores shall sound her Har.
vest Home.
Then Minnesota, hail! To thee belong
The statesman's culogy, the poets song.
1t needs no gift of second sight to SEQ
The crown of triumph that awaiteth thee.
Among thy sister States-a shining band
Thou dost their peer and equal sovereign stand.
Faith warm within thy heart, hope on thy brow,
Thy youthful strength is mighty, even now.
Let those traduce thy powerful charms, who will,
Thoult make thy conquests-have thy lovers still
Queen of the North, thou enviest not gales
That watt contagion DER the South g green Wales
Nor wouldst exchange thy healthful cline and
throne
For any empire unto mortals knownl
With all her native charms, the good State owes
Much to her friends, and something to her foes.
But for her foes, their ignorance or pretencs,
No need had been to stand in her defence;
To challenge her traducers in her name,
Anu tAEouXn nor slogan 6Oun0 1er rising 1a0O.
Among tho knights that helm her shining trsss,
Her worthiest champion IL her gallant PRIss.
Like James Fitz James blade on desperate field,
Its nimbte pen has 'proved both sword and shield.
CoDversant with adventure, crimes and torts,
Which it laments in Freedoms liberal courts;
Fond of romance, and, having in the chase,
Like scotlands king, q lady in the case :"
On vantage ground, and favored by the sun,
It knows full we'll tho lungs unskilled to shuo,
And through the. heart of Prejudice and Guilt,
To send its inky weapon to tho hiltl
/, There is = sound of waves, and with tho tune
Tho brooks are xarbling to the leaves Of june.
Upswells = note-it ID no sylvan strain--:
That move+h. like an anguish in the brain,'
Now haret and high it sounds. like those wild Gsas
scourged BY tho Furies Of the orcsdes;.l
:: Now Ike soul, that hopeless respite Graves,
1t walls, besseches crouches like aslaye'sl 80
It is . slaves . mighty bondsman's rhyme,
In clanking fsttsrs sung and naoii and CRIME;
But let the note dissolve the doubtful guess:
It is lay and rythm Of the Pressl
LAY OF rH8 PRINTING rRIss.
1 am a monster in the earth,
Ordained to moil for Heaven and Helll
OF both the vassalt Since my birth,