Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1872-12-27

And while in gladsome mirth we're meeting,
The CHRONICLE sends hearty greeting,
To all its friends who through the year
Have held its daily visits dear, .'..f.
And bids them glance moment back,
Over the swift worlds busy track,
To scan its course, by no means slow,
Since Christmas, just ono year ago
The Tidal Wave" has swept our land,
But in direction quite alarming,
To those to whom, few months since,
That phrase appeared so very charming.
Instead of washing from their seats
Those whom the nation loved to honor,
Swamping Columbia meath its surf,
And heaping all its sands upon her,
That wave took quite another course
And Liberals" now sigh and shiver,
Mid sympathizing Straight-Out" friends,
Far up that drcary stream, Salt River.
And wrapped the land in blood and fame,
Led on the patriot heroes brave,
Beneath the flag they died to save,
Till victory crowned their gallant arms,
And Peace with all her gentler charms,
Mid shouting millions exultation,
Returned to bless our ransomed nation.
GRANT, who, when Peace with gentler sway,
Swept Wars dire footprints half away;
Called by grateful nations voice,
In war and peace her foremost choice.
Guided the Ship of State so we'll
Through those four years whose records tell
Ofpeaccful triumphs wisely won
Not many words, but actions done,
That yet shall live to deck his name
With we'll earned need of civic fame
Mid peaceful labors amply won,
For duties we'll and bravely done;
GRANT! his the name the peoples voice
Proclaimed again their foremost choice,
To guide in calm and peaceful hour
The Great Republics giant power.
Old Bostons brave, historic town,
OF ancient fame and high renown, .---.
Close meath the shade of Bunkers Hill,
Where hallowed memories linger still,
OF dim old days when England's hand
Still held the sceptre DER our land,
Ere Bunker Hill and Lexington
Told of that fearful strife begun.
Which waged so long, till Yorktown's height
Saw justice conquer in the fight
And fair Columbias victor hand
Plant stars and stripes upon our strand
This city of the old Bay State,
In shivering dread has crouched of late,
To feel the fire-fend's awful breath
Threaten disaster, loss and death.
But sure, Columbia's guardian hand
Restrained the flames, held back the brand;
Mid sheeting fame and topping wall,
The old South Church and Faneuil Hall
Still stood untouched when ruin spread
Like breath of fury dark and dread.
A great name too has passed away.
Scarce had the long and wearying fray
Of party strife its struggles ended,
And all its transient force expended,
When one, gray old man, whose life
Showed many year of manly strife
In strongly battling for the right,
Needless the anguish of the fight
His mind overweighed with toll and care,
Burden too great for strength to bear,
Found for his worn and weary breast
| The graves deep, calm, eternal rest.
Forgot the past the rancorous strife,
The bitter feuds he knew ir life,
All faults forgiven freely,
Late friend and foe, in tears and gloom,
Gathered around the honored tomb
| Where rested HORACE GREELEY.
Soon pealing bells, full sweet and clear,
Will welcome in the coming year;
Its duties face us, let Us prove
| We're worthy of the land we love.
God gives US plenty, strength and peace;
Let all good will and love increase;
| And joined like brothers, hand in hand,
Be all within our favored land.
Grave duties, weighty may wo see,
Haro in o1,r lorod T'o1pa-cnn.