The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1875-07-27

Yet lofty rs king,
and strengthened in its might,
The spirit that sing.
Let light mind sneer and small mind SCOT
And have their little mirth,
1t was the noblest band of men
That ever trod the earth
Mako We success the test Of deeds
Ask then what have they DONE
And answer, Built the farest fame
That stands beneath the sun"
And fore Gods nigh, they shrank in fright,
Fore men they felt no fear;
They'd shed their blood to prove the food
And die for an idea.
Oh, narrow souled short sighted,
Who judge by outward show
Who fail to see through grotesque forms,
The true, brave heart below.
Who let the great word PURITAN,
That's awed ten thousand foes
Suggest but-Praise-God Barebones
And hymns droned through the nose,
And ducking stools and shaver heads
And sanctimonious air,
Blue laws and Salem witchcraft,
And CULTS of dark despair
Let flush your cheeks wit h pride to claim
Descent from it who can,
1t is the proudest title
That was ever worn by man.
Three hundred years in church and hall
On the red field without fear,
Has stood for justice, truth and right
The PURITAN IDEA.
For the rights of the common people,
The poor and the oppressed,
Has struggled for their liberties,
And seen their wrongs redressed.
1t rolled in the dust King Charles's head
And crushed his tyrant crew.
1t struck the great destroyer down
On the field Of Waterloo.
From Naseby down to Gettysburg
1t has been the conquering word;
And Lee at Appomatox
To it gave up his sword
To day throughout the land are wanted
Arms to strike and souls to dare,
Strength made use of but not Wanted
Valiant souls that neer despair.
Though misfortunes clouds surround them,
Though the gulf before them yawn,
Though the darkness gather round them,
Though the black sky shows no dawn;
Constant still and perseveripg,
Pressing forward to the goal
Ever toward the object steering,
Onward, upward, heart and soul.
Men with a mind to plan an action
And with the nerve to carry it out
Not the weak souls that shrink from detraction,
And terrified tromble to hear the mob shout.
Oh contemplate dummy, noodle
Popiniay, dandy, the ninth Of man
The world is sick Of tho prig and the poodle.
Give US the m an and the msstif again.
The nation is sick Of deceit and dishonor,
Of lying tongue and Of purchased pen
To-day, with the fear Of the future upon her.
The cry Of the world is for men, for men.
Give US men for the public places
Men Of earnestness, zeal and truth,
Whose record no wrong deforms and defaces,
Who ne'er lose their honesty ardor or youth.
And away with the ones who truckle and daily,
And give us the mon Of action and thought,
Followers Of Christ, not Machiavelli,-
Doors Of deeds, not manikins bought.
Put in the pulpit the pure minded preacher,
The rank forms Of error to conquer and quell
And away with the worldly, the base minded
teacher
In the garments Of heaven aud service of hell.
Give US the men Of blood. healthy and hearty,
Our leaders we make and our servants we know
And away with the creatures Of ring and ofparty,
Base and incompetent, timid and slow
Give us less of our boosted civilization,
Less of the pot-house, the bargain and sale,
And more of the spirit that brought forth the
nation,
The Puritan spirit that never knew fail.
There are fraud and corruption and crime 10 high
places,
And gold prompts the tongue aud gold guides
the pen,
There are laurel leaves bound above villainous
faces
The cry Of the world is for a,ta, for mtn
The evils that beset our land to day,
The troubles threatening her future way,
Threatning to mine her height and cast her thence
Are ills arising from Indifference
This rough-shod maxim we may safely pass
A land that shrugs its shoulders "goes to grass'"
We know investigation is the cry,
The zeal in this pursuit we don't deny;
But with the expose the things forgot,
And punishment, the sequel, follows not;
For further spur to action none can sec
When satisfied is curiosity.
lis party malice and It's private hate.
Not love Of justice, shouts Investigate"
Or rather It's the spirit Of the chase
That nerves the hunter, with hot, eager face,
All day upon the over-freshening slot,
And leaves him listless when the game is caught,
Disposed to let the poor thing 60 again
He's caused so much vexation, care and pain.
And SO Investigate" is still the shout
"Set on, set on, and root the rascals out"
And when a scamps discovered, what is doney-
He's rather liked since he's afforded fun.
And should some over-honest soul insist
That such scamp should at least be Kissed,
Some of the spoil well used, will seal his lip,
And leave enough for European trip.
The biggest rascal often is the vogue,
And much admired-"he's such a clever rogue"
They catch him, but they lot him go again
As Uncle Toby put without the pane
That captured fly that ere to bed he goes
Comes back to buzz about and sting his nose.
And when few months since the people saw
A big Boss rascal hobbled by the law
And zebra-suted straight they raised shout
And, big-eyed, wondered how 1t came about.
And how it did no one has been apprised,
Both parties in the case were much surprised
Had he embezzled chicken, not robbed city
poor,
'Twers no surprise TO see him behind prison
door
In that "surprise" is matter, too. for grief,
Surprise, at justice done upou thief
In sound state with healthy moral tone
Cause for wonderment should be found alone,
That any criminal, at any time,
Once caught could fail 10 sutier for his crime.
But there's among our people-cause for grief
scofing, trihing careless unbelief,
Which says, love we'll the day and let il 20,
When sinks the night no new morn may ye know
Eat, drink and happy be is the thought and cry
And merry mako the hours until 20 die
For after life Is death why should we let
Earths petty cares mar the one chance we getf
For history proves in nations each and all,
Such spirit precedes trouble and a fall.
The blass spirit that will idly sneer
At show Of heart or glitter Of tear,
Amused at an emotion human born,
And treating love and hope with careless seorn,
The finer feelings Of the soul to crush,
Or Of their least appearance muttering "gush,"
Lack Of enthusiasm It's that kills
From that nation traces all her ills
While that exists and binds a land together
That land will live-though stormy be til
weather.
It's not force without her knell can sound
It's lack Of it within that casts her down