The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-10-20
For the True Northerner.
POETRY?

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The labors OF the day are done.
And care has left us with the sun;
And darkness spreads his pail DER earth,
Like sadness DER the brow of mirth;
The business man his iron brow
Unbends awhile, and will allow
His lips to open with smile
For care has left him for while.
The statesman too, has cast aside
His gassy words, no more derides
His adversary on the stage
OF politics, in this our age;
And silence leaves his lonely glen,
to walk among the haunts Of men;
Fen poverty forgets Its stlngs
In dreams Of PALACES and kings
Forget is fashion ut this time
There bends no knee before her shrine.
Loud uproar has his form withdrew
From crowded streets and public view,
And sleeps within his lonely lar
Fit partner Of the couch OF care;
Silence bis midnight vigil keeps;
Ger Paw Paws smooth and level streets
There falls no sound upon the ear,
To vlbrate on theFsense of fear
And in my chamber here tonight;
l sit me down awhile to write,
And take from thought his heavy chains
And freedom give that he may range
Through all tho chambers Of the brain
For uhap baa ba a haitian tima
To dictate to the pen rhyme,
Than when grim silence holds IN chains
Loud uproar and his stormy train;
And morpheus, Of chloroform,
That double extract, stands till morn,
With rudy pinions bathed in light,
Dispels the shadows Of the night
Beside the couch Of sleep and now
Behold me here, with thoughtful brow
Seated beside my table. Hair
(Standing at angle forty-five)
Tugging and pulling as twould tear,
The very scalp from my pate,
Or, worse than that shame to relate
The wished for sentence, just arrived,
A train Of thoughts and words; but thore,
Tho expert with pen, | declare,
I've forgot it all; Perdition
Can't think. Oh! my position,
was describing to you, well
Boots two feet higher than my head
Hat of and lying on the bed.
Hand Cleft one) in sorry plight
Scratching my pate with all its might
Endeavoring to bring to light,
Bugs2 No, IDEAS vain attempt;
Foolish to try to make rent,
Through such thick substance; the gain
Would ill repay the workers pains
Should | by delving chance to make
A. hole clear through my silly pate
This is my picture as writo
With heightened visage here tonight,
And all my thoughts you may peruse
In this our journal Of the news.
Dear muse, then plume thy dusty wing
And to my aid thy efforts bring;
Raise high the language OF appeal
No common cause demands our zeal,
There's one whom all of us revered,
Who held our love, and no one feared,
One among the mighty Of our land
Has fallen meath oppression's hand,
And it becomes our duty now
To weave the laurels round his brow;
Tho facts are these, pray all draw near
And drop the tributary tear.
Within quiet, cool retreat,
Just back from one Of Paw Paw streets
Long time there lived in sweet repose,
Safe from life's vanltes and woes,
A happy family of three,
Content with life as all would sec,
No cloud on their domestic sky
Had yet appeared unto the eye,
The bolt that WAS to mar their bliss
Lay slumberlng in times abyss.
Oppression with marauding hand
Broke in on this domestic band
Tore from his hearth the happy sire
And cast him into prison dire;
Oh shame that such thing should DO
In this famed land OF Liberty;
Where slept the Marshal all this time,
Or was he privy to the crime?
Shall one OF Paw Paws noblest sons
BE torn from home, and thus undone2
The odium or prison shame
Tarnish the lustre Of his name3
The same expressions gilded claws
May clutch up us. without just cause
And you and may shortly DO
A victim Of their cruelty.
EXPLANATION.
A piggy walking on the street
A City Father CHANGED to meet;
The Marshal seized him at one bound
Aud put poor piggy in the Pound.
A. Il. L.