The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1871-07-26
- q ~ &,
POETRY.
A Bold Harper.
Harper never struck nobler key or drew a
finer contrast than in the following:
CoTuMRtA spEAKS.


Harper never struck nobler key or drew a
finer contrast than in the following:
COLUMBIA SPEAKS.
What, craven fools hast come to this, that MOB
The guardians 0. my children's rights, my servants
clothed with law? ,.u,d
That they should weakly tru, kle when they shouiu
So recreant 10 the cause of right and only brave IN
wrong?
AFFECT and weak We trembled when firm y0 f"''
And linked vour hands in those of whose hands
are swift 10 blood; o,o vour masters
Your very slaves and tools in wrong youi N"''oi'
Thew rased be Sword above your head and you
were meek and dumb
Traitors to law and Me, arise, and to The rearwarl
1t is not It that they should lule who fear mObs
But first the lofty lesson learn that am here to
The rights of all my children shall be III, rights OF
each!
The lowliest and the weakest have rights must be
The rights Of all within the law by all must be re-
spected;
Columbia knows no difference of race, creed or
No chain upon the conscience here of State or In
But oh, my children, native here, or seeking here
From Old-world tyranny and wrong, whenever ye
may come.
Can ye not learn to blend in peace, free and happy
nation,
And differ but as freemen may, with generous toll
Grafton?
The land is broad enough for ALL the laws are franz
ed TO bless,
Strong to protect the rights OF ALL and never to OPP
press
And ii the rights of one may be by many trampled
We might as well go back to lords and ruler with
And you if still your craven hearts can feel man
Learn federation don't include submission to mob;
Co. gather up your scattered wits, and ever, from
Remember that my motto is "Give each and all fai,
play"
PATS COMPLAINT.
Oh, have ye heard the tidings? It's disguised quite
Our boosted rights and freedom is all fraud and
sham;
The orangemen parade the day with banners, drums
To oveIawe ould Ireland and her POOR down trod-
den sons.
Sure fthose noble minded gintlemen, o'Kelso and
Had forbid thin bloody oran gemen that they should
Lest in their pride and madness they might, belize,
waylay
anu Slaughter every blsuIudu lucy htI upon tnelI
way.
1t was, dye see, splendid plan whereby to kape
Without the need of calling out the soldiers and the
p'lice;
For if thin coward orangemen would just kape out
OF sight,
There'd be no provocation to massacre and fight
But now they'll go parading down in all their rage
and pride,
With soldiers and policemen to guard on every sde
And livery son of Ireland must hide his peaceful
head,
And skulk away in cellars in terror and in dread
Sure it's shameful spectacle to see thin turin
Paradil g up and and down all day and blockin' up
the streets;
And to think that native citizens of Irish blood and
birth
Must quail before these minions the scum of all the
earth!
But sure the worm will turn against the foot by
which tits crushed
And shall the voice OF Irishmen forevermore be
hushed?
All, even these proud oppressors, who tread US
down to-day,
bayi
By traitors proclamation we're bid to stand aloof,
But I'll claim a freeman's privilege to climb upon
some roof;
And IN get behind a chimley, and, from where
can't be seen,
Heave brickbat at the Orange, in honor of the