The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-09-18
PAW PAW MICH, FRIDAY Y, SEPTEMBER rs, 1871.
For the True Northerner.
The breaking Of thc RescrUOr.

For the True Northerner.
The RreGkfng Of thc RescrUOT.
BY RUsTIoIA.
A voice OF grief thro' the throbblng wires thri
Which the noble hearts in the great West, e
With sympathy, universal and pure,
For their Eastern bl others called to endure
A grand calamity, spread far and WIDE,
By an overwhelming relentless tide!
AS the fire-fend once, in the smoking West
His legions sent out to do his behest;
Here. the water-spirit his mad strength trie
And swept from his course mans glory and pr
Long restrained by lettering bars,
In mighty prison tank;
Where moonbeams, and glittering stars
Glassed themselves, while either bank
On old Holyoke's veteran crown,
Cast grim looks Of scorn askance;
As though each contemptuous frown,
Would claim TO strength advance
Moaning there. the frettlng giant
Long for man, his captor, wrought:
Ever restless and defiant,
For a weakened point he sought;
Where in secrecy stll working,
All his marshaled forces toilea;
Till beside small breach lurking,
Serpent-ike, Destruction coiled
Prosperous in peaceful beauty,
Sat the towns and hamlets round;
Where intent on gain or duty,
Worked the people; or else found,
Some amusement. and some sorrow,
While the May-time fitted by;
Till there came day Of horror,
Filled with black Despair's fell cry
Suddenly, fierce destruction
Thundered on adown the vale;
Sweeping off each frail obstruction,
Drowning the lmpassloned wall
OF people floating, flying
Surging " the maddened food,
Each to each, Tor succor crying;
Swept along like dad drift-wood,
When the water sprte this order
Issued to his eager band:-
"To the valleys utmost border
Rush out DER the sure doomed land;
Carry death and desolation,
With certain. fearful haste;
Terrible as conhagra:ioD,
Be your conquest and your waste!
Spare no mortal for his crying.
Take 'ull vengeance for the hours
Wasted. bv our forces, plying
For mans use, their pent up powrs;
Tear the strongest walls asunder,
Rend the bridges, plow the downs;
Break in wrathful tones Of thunder,
On his smiling fields and towns
We will teach the proud oppressor,
He may not Gods agents bind;
Or become the sole possessor
OF HIS elements, combined
By his boasted pow'r o. reason,
When used but for sordid gain;
Careless Of the place OF season
Where, or when he may cause pain
Then there came dreary morrow,
Dark with rain-cloudr, and with gloom;
When the living, bowed with sorrow,
searched throughout this mighty tomb;
Where, amid the debris lying,
Crushed and mangled IN the clay,
Were their loved ones. dead and dying
Oh! The anguish of that day!
Alas alas for the victims sad fate,
For the mourning wild, of my native state
The land of the rocky hillside and mount
And green wales. fresh'n'd by brooklet and foul
Where the roadsldes erst with laural abloo
Are shadowed now with this horrible gloom
Poured out by the food, on the wasted space
Once the happy home Of my kindred race
With morbid acuteness, hear the cry
OF the rufhing mulutudes as they fly
The swelling roar Of the waters hear,
And my soul grows sick with tremulous fear
In clear distnctness the looming hills rise,
With promise Of safety before my eyes;
While the vengeful monsters gathering spec
Swallows all up with insatiste greed
see the high rolling breaker OF death
Come dashing along, and with bated breath
Call out to the ravenous fend TO spare
A fond struggling mother, whose only care
Is for her darlings.
''Oh give them all bs
To her LOVING arms ere life's tissues slack"
In frenzy / strive to scream" turn aside,
! .et that brave husband save his fair young brit
Let that tender son his gray parents save
His invalid child, from the humid grave,
Let that fearless father have time to grasp
And that sister, give TO that brothers clasp.
But alas alas the innocents all
Before the fast enrolling billow fall,
And choking emotion obstructs my breath,
AS. alone, muse On this raid Of death!
Where pasture knolls at the passer's feet,
Were made, with trailing arbutus, sweet;
Whose delicate pink bells peeped from ga
mound,
And rare fragrance breathed on the air aroun
The burrows Of wild desolation ope,
And lawns once lovely, are now graves Of hoI
Stately old elms, late the pride OF the scene,
Stricken down like straws, in their wealth
green;
Have dug for themselves fIightful ragged pi
Where the maddened mourner hopelossly sit
And vainly calls for some dear one laid low.
By the ravening foods resistless flow
Where the stream late sung as the wheels
turned,
OF some busy mill. where poverty earned