Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1876-01-08

KIND FRIENDS

Will Dawn, with HOur, meal anu leVen
With sugar, coffee, tea and meat,
And everything that's good to eat?
But have never seen the day,
When Providence did evr delay,
To meet the wants of every one,
That works, and trusts and p-ays alone.
Nc kinder hand was ever lent,
To people or to President,
To guide us through these darker years,
OF poverty, and want, and tears.
A brighter era now has come,
A song, the song of harvest home,
Is sung in strains 80 soft and clear
From hill and valley, far and near.
Ger all this land will plenty ring,
And Seventy-Six will doubtless bring,
A richer harvest, splendid feast,
10 satisfy both man and beast.
The nation blest with splendid diet,
Appreciate both peace and quiet;
Immunity from pestilence,
From famine, war and indigence.
Although boy must relate,
The things l know of latest date,
The pen is mightier than the sword,
You may depend upon my word.
The peace and plenty God has given,
Is like nail most surely driven,
To fasten every looser part,
OF greatest country, mind and heart.
The sections of this God blest land
Now shake each other by the hand,
The grea; Centennial will bring,
The nation sheltered by the wing,
OF Providence, in one great whole,
Uniting all in heart and soul.
Oh, there are hours when mem'ry brings,
When some old strain she fondly sings
A radiant glimpse of years gone by,
To wake the tear, the smile, the sigh.
l wipe away these mingled tears,
And Danish all my doubts and fears,
No clouds perhaps will soon arise,
To pour such grief from sorrows eyes.
Oh, sweet it is when calm Of even,
And one by one the stars of heaven.
Look over earth to cheer the night,
Which barrd the dazzling gates OF light.
To muse of those once near to bless,
To feel again their arms caress;
Or list in thought their tones Of love,
Now far those shining worlds above.
Let faithful memcry ever bring,
Ill list the lays thy voice can sing,
At twilight hours the buried past,
Each Gearer, sadder than the last.
Bring back, bring back those sun bright
hours,
Point me alone the path OF flowers,
Which only by thy spells | see,
That l can only tread with thee.
Another fact l must relate,
Which hitherto did not state,
The world has placed the golden age,
In distant past of memorys page,
| think they're foolish to declare,
A deeper, darker, epoch near.
They say the world is growing worse,
Aud immortality of course,
Shall reign supreme both far and near,
Throughout the country everywhere.
I'm not alarmed since good men tell,
That things are working very well,
And hist'ry proves the thing too true
The golden age is IN tull view.
The moral social life as well,
And aught l know political,
Are fastening on the promised end,
When nations shall in harmony blend
And sing a song of brighter days,
To win mans heart from sorrow ways,
All nature joins the blissful song,
As gladsomely it floats along.
Till smiling hill and fow'ry plain,
Shall echo with the cheering strain,
The harvest's come; no more dearth
Jehovah reigns; rejoice o earth i!
And now my friends of Shepherdstown,
I'm not boy of great renown,
And yet foresee certain things,
Which widest gladness to ME brings.
The day will come when you aud l,
Shall see canal boats passing by,
Propelled by steam no other means,
Will do as well, it to me seems.
And horse and mule and driver given,
To purposes designed of heaven.
And then again / must not fail,
To toll you a more wondrous tale.
A steamer shall from Snyder's port
Convey the mail to Williamsport
And back again to Dam the Fourth,
With passengers from South and North.
And parties, fishing parties stay,
At a Hotel from day to day,
Located close to Snyders Mill,
This side the River by the hill.
The Party late from Washington,
Considered it the best OF fun,
To catch the bass, the largest known,
Brought to the Village or the Town.