Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-06-05

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mont Editors and Publishers Association,
held at Burlington, June 1, by John Cain,
late of the 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.
l would not mar the bench Or bar,
Nor humanity abuse;
And 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.
4 little while, frOwn, q smile,
Bright sunshine after rain,
Mans life's not long, tits like a 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 a ride upon the waters.
From the ''broad lake." in sombre green
Are Alpine Mountains plainly seen:
Except when Northern Winters night
Has ung'd their SUBMITS DER with white.
Some further South is seen old 'ETi,"
An elevated bluff close by;
Where 'sEthan" swOre by GOD on high
To take the Fort or surely die.
To-morrow's route, along the way
Has many nook and lovely bay,
Tempting to landsmen there to stay
And spend another happy day
A hundred years ago could tell
Where French and English fought so well.
The scene soon changed yankees rebel
And I'll" was taken with yell.
On Lake Champlai1, Nc DOnough fought,
1t was ne 7 l. '.e George, Die kau fer;
The changes that have since been wrought
Are mirrored forth on hill and dell.
Three million souls, while FORTH now!
The iron horse glides DER tue plain!
The steamship through the waters plough
Bound is the world by lightning'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 Albion's tyranny provoked the
birth,
OF a nation, Independent and free;
While Old King George, hated of all the
earth,
Was fain 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 pr yer and praise. should lift our voices
high.
OH Mighty Land! The Glory of our Race a!
Born of the storm sent, freedom to pros
hundred years to come, with equal pace,
The World win learn lesson to Illustrate.
Where then was England's crafty lion
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
reach
The sympathy of the British masses;
Who favor Liberty, such we teach
By precept, and practice to all classes.
Already shines the light of freedom here.
That Eliminates the Grand ''old country"
Where a.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
no 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.