The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-06-05

tOfS qua fuOusherS. hSsOcidtiOn, held at BuTiing-
Ton, June 4, by Joha CAIN. late Of he Rutland
Courier.
FRIENDS
What can say this festive day,
You have not heard before
Little Is done under the sun
But what's been done OF yore.
The sword and pen, in hands OF men
All heard OF long ago,
TO plough the soil, Is work and toll
Few printers little know.
OF Doctors pills and human Ills,
Why speak OF these tonight?
TO have good cheer, we all came here
TO stand firm by the right.
Defend the right with all our might,
Condemn the wrong as free.
All will confess, the honest press
Must Independent be.
would not mar the bench or bar
Nor humanity abuse;
Ana why go preach what we can't teach,
our hearers to amuse?
OFT is It told, that sailors bold
Make every port home;
But printers wives, would take our lives
without them should we roam.
Let every trade that man has made,
And every class of men:
Enjoy this life-at best a strife,
For this we WELD the pen.
\ little while, frown, smile,
Bright sunshine after rain,
Mans llfe's not long, It's like song
OF pleasure and of pain.
This doleful muse, I'll lay aside,
Shall change the mournful lay
To College grounds tomorrow ride
And have holiday.
Then cheerful be our mood tonight,
More gay our time tomorrow
AS on the lakes, with hearts so light,
No one can think Of sorrow.
How beautiful it Is to see
You Monarchs OF the Press agree;
Taking loving wives and daughters
To ride upon the waters.
From the "broad lake" in sombre green
Are Alpine Mountains plainly seen;
Except when Northern Winters night
Has ting'd their submits DER with white.
Some further South Is seen old "Tl,"
An elevated blum close by;
Where "Ethan" swOre by GOD on high
TO take the Fort or surely die
To-morrows route, along the way
Has many nook and lovely bay,
Tempting to landsinen there to stay
And spend another happy day.
hundred years ago could tell
Where French and English fought so well.
The scene soon changed yankees rebel;
And "Iln was taken with n veil
on Lake Champlain, McDOnough fought,
II was near Lake George, Dleskau fell
The changes that have since been wrought
Are mlrrorcd forth on hill and dell.
Three million souls, while forty now!
The iron horse gldes DER the plain.
The steam ship through the waters plough
Bound is the world by llghtning's chain.
The rugged hills and forest wild,
Where bears and Indians then did roam;
The garden rose, the white mans child,
Now make that soil their happy home.
Proud Alblon's tyranny provoked the birth,
OF a nation, Independent and free;
While Old King George, hated OF all the earth
Was faln to crush kindred and liberty.
Mems souls were badly tried those days;
The heroes Of those times can never die,
And now that we enjoy bright sunshine's rays
In prayer and praise, should lift our voices high
Oh Mighty Land The Glory OF our Race.
Born OF the storm sent, freedom to PROSTATE;
hundred years TO come, with equal pace,
The World Will learn lesson to Illustrate.
When bloody civil war crept DER our soil,
Where then was England's crafty lion found?
He droops his tail, crouching In mental toll
To crush fair freedom, on Its native ground.
Thank GOD, the voice OF Noble Lords don't reacl
| The sympathy of the British masses;
| Who favor Liberty, such as we teach
by precept and practice, to all classes.
| Already shines the light of freedom here,
That Eliminates the Grand sold country"
Where Nobility stand mute with fear
Lest France and Spain declare for Liberty.
Oh! happy day when all the World is free,
When Noble Lords, and Kings, are known n
more;
| When all the children of the world agree:-
In freedom rule themselves and GOD adore.
| Having lately retired from the press,
Permit me now, to bid you all adieu;
And may your shadows never grow the less
While you an even course of life pursue.