Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1877-08-24


A hundred years have gone since Molly Stark
They call her Betsey listening in the dark
| To hear the PUstman blow his startling horn.
| 10 tell If she a widow, sad. iOrlOrn,
| Must mourn the noble unreturnng brave,
who mi sht have found soldiers bloody grave;
| or robe herself in bright and proud array,
| To- meet him coming victor IRON the fray.
How long the grand old matrOn had to wait.
No doubt, some wiser mortal may relate,
| Perhaps tell what paper got ahead,
In punlIs hing who lived slumbeIed with the deld.
| How much the world how much did Caesar lose
| Without the Press 10 circulate the news.
| Without reporter, armed with supple quill,
| To add his wisdom to the chieitain'ss killj
| Tell when decisive battles should be fought,
| How victories could he gained as well ms not.
10 criticise what had OF might have been,
| How easy it would lie to laurels win
How fortunate the age, in which We live
| The Press is liberal, and deigns to give
Poised upon silver raven wings,
| Advise uuasked to Presidents and Kings
Ready to serve in virtues shining ranks,
Sometimes, alas, TO earn Satanic thanks,
| 1t tells how love has ripened into bliss,
| Who taste the sweetness OF the bridal kiss.
Who feels the new, the strange unmeasur~i JOY
Who gets from Heaven a cherub girl or boy,
| What hearts have learned to acne, what eyes to
Because some iarliu. falls in dealt rseep.
| The Press, therc is no power. not s. Irvine,
o Heaven, that can SO nearly rival Inc.
Ubedient 10 Thee. thy will supremt
| Telling the Poets ansel-whisDered Ieam,
vi Welains S.e III ~, hsrs 80,
Never u .I.n VI oniat rms, Th n1,,s-cd hand
| Its am is lofty, and its mission grand.
IL seorns to palder to vicious taste,
To intter meanness, has no ink to waste
| 1t wears no livery Heaven doth not give
Would rather die than MS a slave TO live,
| The friendship OF the sreatesl VIII not puy,
Ty rants with rage have eyed this dangerous power
| For ignorance still their strongest tower.
| ~, n, =, I ;,..-,,, ,. o,rr chorisbod nat
The Press IS Liberty own eherlsnea pet
Her snowy hnSers vIl Win l., iu $500. All ,ib,
Ins fIhee VI ~ auo" ~ 80 - .iI.ssrir,,
Ana wTuia DC s.aa ny, ~ snch sffnIUsnt rays
/ a sun may ~ su A., o. 49, ~, santrrias shIa1e
mnu sets ny IN nia ~ cnnansr hack The world
m, ane ll'I ,s:h 10 amnh a Sisn,s1 aar nn,urled
| "h e. u =. 49, ia" 10 S,,an oniv smi1ed
a. nlst, !, ma ~, riay,hin, Tor child
IL .eei ie - n a. !, $500 in 10 mower
nut mnea NJ nh'.s,.;ns =. Tho m,dnigb, bour
| In council dark, and thus the host addressed
My Braves. upon our war path we nave on oeheld
| Since Heavens Tree anu fearless ones repened'
| Some strange continuance 10 regain the heiu,
| That still is ours in spite OF those who yield,
| Even the illustrious Prince, whose CaNary'
| Threatened to set our itttered captlVes Tree
| Has hitherto advanced win tatuy leet,
| And pace SO slow, If not victory complete,
| We ne'er have Jailed TO BLOCK ms weary way
| And battle seemed eneeIiui honaayi
| Our greatest peril the resistless snuru
| Heavens mlshtlest weapon y w noiu, .
Give that to theworld our righteous cause Is goLe.
| trembled never. TIL that blade was drawn
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| Without delay, our regions we must "atn-
the snowy leaves VIII heai .nJ NIunI 11 No s'e'
| VIII save the WORM, tne nony uvau WIN NV
our only SAFETY ne III al naP. .,aa5 ,ht,n
| And using as our own me CURSED tning,
| To this the ir shtenrd cohorts gave assem-
AND we nave Iearhe ni,t VIZ ma Pui fo7'
| Inc century Mnuso "o .h cn, ~ ,eo,i, ,o
Fit themes Tor epic numbers. for heroic verse
| For roaming ialcy. ana LOT statements tefse'i
| Kingdoms have ialeh' thrones eiumpieu INT"
| graves,
| Millions OF freemen born Of crouching slavef'
| Meteor hepublcs shOotlhs through inc sy'
| In blood extinguished, kindled but TO die
| Soldiers, like Grant, who rlghtiuily may claim
| AS lofty praise, as undecayin. iame
| As any other stars that history,
| has fixed upon her glttering canopy,
| Science has brought IRON darkness into light,
| What makes her record wonderfully bright,
| Statesmen, philosophers, II gallant crowd,
| OF whom century may we'll be proud.
|
| How much o! an the glory OF success
| Is due the wonder-worklhS rrI rim rfess
| Tomorrow, our eht,hhiai VIII '"sIn,
| Ana crowd ol peoplt WI! gone pouI,ns .n
| The People on Wh"se paea.ii l1e Piouues' "a''
| without who's ihsSI, olnee " VI t nta.o, ,f,
Come down a. quleky a. .ne nelPi ' =, a ai
Deserted py me WIN ,ns' ea ,'s nh,o
| For none too great woman's love to WOO.
| A rsident already very dear
| To those whose hearts an honest man can belr,
| Trying n task that oven Hercules
| Resting from Augean stables would not please
A President who makes the strange mistake
|
| Forget, tlnsle moment can ,orget,
| That brothers once IN bloody conili,t met
| That something else he may preside
| And other than party pony rae:
VINO doubtless would be glad to please his iritnd'
| If pleasing would secure the noblest ehds'
And with him counsellors he well may trust
| Who can lie generous. as wei as just
| ,. ILL ,;,t ,to.. ,-ias
| All M WHAT VOICE, sum WI. "i.' III ~ my 'A4S7'
| tchOins hfouhi on mounta'" eaieo
| Uhdt nohid ~ az amour. ~, 80, 70" 49, -
Who would attempt the listening race to tell
| What will be sung and spoken here so well
| Who catch the strains that fall from coral lips
| From which such sweet ambrosia honey drips,
Who seize the numbers from the trembling Tyre
| And hit its music than the mountains hiSher
| What tribute Roberts will so grandly pay
| To those whose wisdom fixed our EatAl day
How Bartlett will recall thu bloody strife,
| Upop whose issue hung the natiun's lie
What STARK and Warner did, with other braves
To drive the llessians into hirelng gIaVrs.
rnmovad tho mountain cannon thunder waits
IN Do, Jepepds the glory of the hour
| la nnnors subject to your kingly power
| They NAV forget the honor thai is dine
| And c,il 10 think of what they owe to you
Nnn, lin GERS must to.morrowis garIands weave
| Ernm non the Hero Will his crown receive.
|
Burgoyne surprised hundred years ago
Beheld from these unpeopled hills the now,
| OF dashng torrents, gallant mounthlneers,
Who fixed the tide OF all the coming years,
| most 'rebelous race" OF fear bereit,
| gathering storm that hung upon his LETT
| So may the Press a thunder laden crowd,
| Hang Ike an army Ger the hendish crowd
| or saian's miniOns, thirsting to destroy
Our country brightes. hope, the worlds chlei Joy
| A cloud though silver edged, its velvet iolds
Though big with showers, the cleaning armor
| holds.
The silver edge the tips of FURNISHED lances
| From which the uneasy lightning glances,
| Tn, Public Conscience, loyalty To Truth,
| The Nations glory, in its renewing youth,
BE yours, We gallant veterans, To guard
in' s4A'i' Vi WV ''"'
What statesman ever had the power to mould
| The millions as Horace Greeley, and TO hold
| Them in the mould, TIL rounded into form,
And made them throb with noble currents warm
And Bailey, brayest Of the brave the ses
Anptbsr crowned with such commanding grace
A silver fringe around ms star lit face
| The pos, sdiior whose Golden song
| Ia yet Ia charm our "a ger mountain throuy
| w., 49, ,han ,hsse adorn the hi storic paye
| n. ,rs,,a ,,, a tha glory az the agey
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| II it bad been the Press only mission here
To make the troubled path OF Duty clear.
To scatter wide the Gospels healing leaves.
And break the spell that superstition weayrs,
To show how tenderly the heart Of God,
Although His hand may bear the Christening rod,
| Feels toward the rudest, humbIest Of the race,
| Embraced within His purposes OF grace
| Revealed in Christ the grand Ideal Man
10 make Ills children such, the Fathers plan.
| As hight was shining DER benighted lands
| the angels mi ght have clapped their snowy hand:
| And i'll led all ueaven with sweetest lays,
Their theme, inc Sttat ,ieatof Iiaso'
| beside OF rainier IN this fui Pose anu,
There is no COCA iot b"uS helI', "i MINI
| No blessednrss lor hoftaIs can theio No.
| FOR which the Press has no sweet mihistry'
God sad let there nc ilSht' ana suus nio f
Flooded with light the sladdened hImslnent,
So long UNI oken spoken dilnly heard
t."n,nsndIpg II Inreyer to be Tree.
H.. ,,,,b, q, suns in darkness vet NAV hide.
And leave in gloom the helpless planets pride.
Perish when Night shall close the final day,
me ruin. the ~ ,no I'D 'A'n sem
gan thar, vh,, s,..u nm vonder sacred hill
In spite Of gathering thousands slumher -till
The sodt $ hsrt'al ,Ieau nv taa Tn,nn
a. am nu, ,Sa shimino rsnSs methinEs / see
The sialwart forms OF those who made US free,
Farlogghed by Heaven ior ,hls t tIuihpnAi ua5
is ,s. may nea hsaTts ar, sxeiin with he It'd,