The Daily state journal. [volume] (Alexandria, Va.) 1868-1874, 1873-08-13

From the West leaps out a thunder shout
That thrills the nations hearth tt
The plotting chief and the legal thief q 4
Grow white in the public mart
And shameless fraud, that walks abroad,
And rules with an iron hand,
Whose nets are thrown from zone to zone
over all the tortured land
All the legionry of Monopoly
Things foul that feed, with insatiate greed, isE
And fatten on peace or strife, flrte ~
Now bench and COVER dr a. a .n1s sm gy power
Hurrah for the Men OF the plow and Pen,
Who lead in the Changers tight 4
When wars fierce fray had swept away
our sons at the cannon's mouth,
And their countless graves, like Red sea waves,
Had beloved the fields of the South.
We fondiy thought they had fallen and fought.
That traffic in raen should cease, pa
But we are sold and bartered for gold
In the DEVILS marts of peace;
The slaves of slaves, of huckstering knaves,
BY Heaven, at length they shall feel the strength
Hnrra ebY for o' The Men Of the Pillow and Pen,
That twas was the tight 81 thew and might,
But this is the fight of mind
We've bearded the woods grim solitudes,
We've buried the waste in flowers,
Wood the wild earth into fruitful birth,
And 'couchedher in fairy bowers,
Till the young winds rolled over seas of gold
And died in the fragrant hay,
fill the wanton rills, by clattring mills,
The songs Of the birds, the rattle of words
From our children romping about,
The women within, with their household Dun,
Gods beauty and bounty without
Till the very air seemed palpable prayer,
And our spirits refreshed;
Till when the day had died away
To a CLEAN in the mellow West, ir.t ltsf.
We said, mo lord, nor robber horde, tft
Can desecrate our toll"
And we blessed the land where the toilng hand
Was master of the soil. aEad Ei-e5fll..
But all our dreams were mirage CLEANS,
Bright phantoms of the sun iHlat ~
We plowed and sowed we reaped and moved,
But when our work was done, sd d. sa
The Spoiler came In freedoms Nance SO
And swept us of all but land,
Came like q thief, with high belief
And law in his dainty hand;
And he, whose brood never titled rood,
Rolls by in his vulgar pride,
While his lordly train, bedizened and vain,
Rides by his plethoric side;
While we and ours, who've woven the hours
Into labor, and love, and care,
Can only NOPE, while our stars of hope
Are setting in black despair.
Plow and SOW harrow and NOV
And gatheri We clods of the soil, &
That cunning and fraud may revel abroad
And fatten upon your toll.
What avails that he who assais E4i Oh
Is democrat, not lord
1t is sweeter to be in slavery
To cunning than the sword
When every right is crushed by might, A.
All manhood beaten down, t
What victim cares If the despot wears
A bonnet or a crown?
Not all the speech the masters teach
Can save the slave from shame
Away with cant we, freemen, want 4"
The substance, not the name,
Oh, Liberty, thou soon shalt be
Redeemed from city marts,
And proudly crowned, when girded round
With loyal Granger hearts
And now at length, our giant strength
Shall smite the plotting knayes.
Our deep Reform, lashed by the storm,
Shall gulf then in its waves.
Can cent-per-cent brave our discount,
Or range his puny crew
To meet the shock, the wild Siroc,
OF our men of mind and thew?
Hurrah for the Men of the Plow and Pen,
Strong hearts and brain combined;
What foe can stay the headlong sway
OF our mighty march of mind?
Hand clasped in hand we firmly stand,
Secure in our myriad might,
Our battle cry is "Victory,
And God defend the right"