Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1874-01-03

/, in as weekly r5uad, made oser aud . 'er,
. Nisathas the CAEnIEa brought % your door
sIafILT A PArEEz All, something nore.-
{ The germ, the noise. the busting strife
The busy pulse Of our busy life,
| That hrTner beats sIs the world grows ripe,
. in rae steady click OF thsssturdE type
5 on, TIfE woNDEEFUL TYPEst What tales apes
On their silent tongues IN the round Of a 5 car
Inc saldest tales that ever were told -
To chill the hearts Of the young and the old;
" storms AZ sea, when the heavens frown.
And the waves roll up and the ships 90 down
OF fires thatLcE the sad earth clean,
! And leave waste where wealth hath been;
. OF Goods that craneh in their malisonlr play,
And leap and last III the shores give way
Then away O'er the cOuntry bounding free,
Isushine, widening into sea,
Ihtll me unT e''pt h1FSe hidden In sand,
and the fruit Is swept from the soWcr's hand.
Ou, HIsToRIc TYFEsi They record keep
or AienPhian suotsrge where hundreds Sleep
In the dark cTypts and WiliOWy shade
BY Kind hands OF love and sorraw made;
And 10 earth rem0test ends proclaim
The demon act-the crimez-lhe shame
or murder, foul AMI heart tss-vile-
Who're iropie slies On gRba smiles -.
I've rad, and teaE-drop ill the eye,
.,to- lee least feels sad d the gallant EI.g,
sg.ls-1IIE-E ~ yEa-sFEAEt4s TYPES They sasliE
The nssie 4 .srieg -,zer a ilStFiot's grave =
And~ ttlssAiles nj sriei's eHbitter,,i cry =
And tod "a egrns 81 grief an,i gloom,
4 That Niiiefef 4ian moHutains loom,
I " Aere 04sA IOpGtlic i1fise- Ire,
Low lies the WOnEu's great aptain-LEE.-
On. the rHuxbEE1SG- sfrras: AsD tongue
kIrow arr saiT,rs1r,sst lrii InIrs,ss-
Cslu Iu.s earth S rlficrs--1sar or king
w hile tyrarts, criDge from their fearful sting;
They speak. and Che price of bread comes down,
and laws are made, though the rulers froWn.
And cOw.Ir,ls shrink from their singing thong,
And And tlle heel ground on the head Al wrong:
They speak in language bold and fair
And labor smiles, Tor is shield Is there:
They speak rs the Oracles never spake
And man loves man FOR his manhOOd's 5 sake.
'aiut whether they speak in the voice OF song.
or in deep voiced thunder tremble along,
OF plead fOr the IIGII-, or rage in their wrath
or soourge the rOe1ie on his darksomcpath,
Or make the heart of a scOundrel bie0d
l-ike they made TIE heart Of the william TWEED,
Their voice hath ever fife greatest stress
When Il nOws from the lips OF the local press,
When the types are in a PATRIOTS hand
And the patriot sings OF his native land:
Cline! beneath whose genial suR
Kings were queiled and freedom won,
Where the dust of Washington
Sleeps in glOry's bedi
Heroes from tly-scented shade
Wrought of their plOws the battle blade,
Holy men for thee have prayed,
Patriot martyrs bled!
Wandering Judah sinks in gloom,
Greece scarce rises from the tomb,
Rome hath lost her eagle plume,
Lost her conquering nanei
Infant nation of the Vest
Rise, with truer greatness blest!
Sainted ones who now at rest
Marked Thy path OF fame.
Empire meant for brave and freci
Thy sway extends from sea TO seal
Then who shall bid thee bend the Knee
To Grant or MOrtOn's thrOne2
knowledge Is thine arlOr bright,
Liberty thy beacon light,
God himself thy shield or might,
Bow TO HIM ALoNEl
Iadeed it is a noble hcritage-this goodly land
II boasts, indeed, nor Gothic fame, nor ivy
mantled towers;
But far into the closing clouds its purple noun
The sculpture OF Omnipotence-thc sdgged
twins OF time!
Ald then its interlinking lakes, its forests wild
and wide.
And streams, the sinews Of its strength, that
feed Il as they glide;
Its rich. primeval pasture grounds, fenced by
the STOPPING sky,
And mines OF treasure, yet undelved, that
'neath its surfAce lie -
Magnificent materials! how hath the hand of
man
Been folio wing ont the vast design OF the Eter-
nal plant
Lo! where canals and railroads stretch tAat
mountains fail to bar!
Behold where cleaves the winglcss bark, and
flies the steedless carl
peopled town
While streams where rocked the frail canoe, 4
freghted fleet bring down;
And where the panther h0wled mheard, and
roamed the grisly bear,
The domes OF graceful temples swell where
thousands kneel in prayer.
Oh, surely, high destiny, which VIC alone can
mar,
Is figured in the horoscope where shines our
risen star;
Though mOnarchs all are looking on, in hope
some flaw 10 see
Among the yet unbroken. links Of our chain of
liberty
BatmayNsA .sssz14ssz.ss Sc i.s1.- svary sioS
pot lord, 4
Factions sword,
nd as with those girt in Of y0re, new EroF-
inces are IWined,
still let us with fresh bands of love the shcaf
Of freedom bind.