The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1872-02-27
Written expressly for the Register
GRANTED.

The American President, Ulysses the Great
Idly smokes his cigar at the helm Of state
Whilst the knaves and the fools that
around him attend
| The sycophant knee Of subserviency bend
should true man OF honor apply for a
place,
the race,
The foot Of the tyrant would quickly come
And the applicant meet with scott or a
frown;
But no man in that presence a moment
II he has but gift for Cupidity's altar,
No matter of what nature the onerlng oe,,;
| From a 1T, rrier pup" 10 ''cot by the sea,
"a hou e and a lot" or "a horse" might
| perchance
| A mission procure him TO Russia or France,
| But he'll have to divide the perquisltes and
II he hopes the position he gets to retain.
No credentials are needed, neither honor or
brains,
To commend him to notice while Ulysses
reigns,
But "gold or a gift" will al merits surpass,
And honor give way to knave or an ass
Ii is little he thinks OF our national debt,
And what does he care for our toll ana our
sweat?
So the ions full share of the spoils he re-
ceives
From the Custom House sharks and the
Treasury thieves,
With our energies wasted, our substance all
gone,
And our children for food and for raj u ent
will mourn.
How pleasant to think that our dollars and
Went to I'LL up the Golfers OF Grant and the
Dents;
Oh, where is the end of this shame and dis
grace,
viii il never to honor and virtue give place?
Are Americas sons such sycophant slaves
TO continue in power this army OF knaVes
When the sons OF Columbia, OF lbsrty
shorn,
And their dear rights as ireemen shall from
them be torn,
Will they tamely stand by just awaiting
the chance
The fiddler to pay for these devils TO dance
oh, Republicans! Democrats! have you no
Your boasted Republic is naught but a
name,
Every God.given right has been trampled
rough-ShUd,
And you cowardly truckle to tyranny's nod,
With the seed OF corruption sown over tie
land,
Protected and nourished by Power'smailed
And the crop being famed by pollution's
foul breath,
Oh, what can we reap but harvest OF
death?
Then arouse from this lethargy, to your
peril awake,
Your armor put on, for your liberty's sake,
And show this arch tyrant his power must
Cease.
You're the champions Of war, though the
lovers of peace;
Not with weapons of steel will we go to the
fight,
But armed with the cause of the just and
the right,
And that weapon OF peace, far more potent
than all,
Causing despots to tremble and tyrants TO
It's the "ballot of freemen" we'll use in the
strife,
And win for our county its honor and life,
Our wives aud our chilcren from squalor
and want,
And relieve from his office, Ulysses Grant;
Then, Republicans, Democrats, let every
true man,
Independent of party, Of creed, clique or
clan,
Unite in this effort our country to save
From the hands of the spoiler that would
us enslave;
To this feeble appeal will get reply?
Aye, from aroused indignation l hear the
Twill in volume increase, till 1t swells to a
tide,
Like wave Of rele nption, twill spread far
and wide,
Overwhelming in ruin the ubiquitous race
That has fatted and thrived on a nations
disgrace. DEMOS.
HATES Rock, MARSHALL Co, VIVA.