Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1878-01-11

Where un,s med Chaos lonely stalks
Her melancholy round
IN echoes, like the wsiling cry
Ofthnnders damned efernally,
Came back the hollow sound.
'ft seems thea, that you esnf agree
Thus says the thnnderer--says he,
In what shall be the way,
And 10 what order shall begin
The deeds the Fates have crowded In,
This most evenuul day.
Now listen 10 my stern decree,
Aud he who dares to gainsav me,
Will get, free gratis, what,
II he should search the wide world Ger,
From center tn the farihest shore,
At no store could be bought.
rthese events. the primal shock
Shall be brought on At nne o'clock:
And Tor tie opening din,
! will Eolus stra iRhtway warn.
To blow on StrsyeI's dinner horn,
The signal m uegiH."
Tins having eased his god like breast,
The naughty thunderer smiI'd his best,
And with pleasant grin.
Kissed pretty Venus on the cheek
Paued Queen Juno IN the neck.
And chuck'd her on the chin.
And quick, Of double nectar stout,
A mighty goblet lie turned ont
Aud noddnR gravely round,
lie raised the golden vessel high,
Took observation nj the sky,
And straight its bultom found.
moment, and with sweetcr grace,
A warmer smile beamed O'er his face,
4 brighter flush his chrek:
His step, with dignity aud ease.
Improved, tho some did think his knees
Had grown little weak.
Then tc Eulus -"Spesd thee straight,
Enter Squire Slrayer's door.yard gate,
And DER the threshold hie -
Seize on the hnrn behind the door
One blast upon it and no more,
Tneu haste thee to the sky"
Aud sn il was, when all was hushed,
No more the storm the forest crushed,
Aud everyt hing was still:
One single blast, by EephVrs borne,
Loud pouring from that dinner horn,
Echoed Ger pIain aud hill.
CANTO FIFTH.
The breeze has hushed and died away,
The sun beams forth 4 smiling ray,
The grass puts on its deepest green,
The ftwets display their brightest sheen,
The stream resumes It's summer play,
And laughs aud Rlistens with the day.
When comes the spring, with sweeter breath
Tn'wakeH the flowers ir,'m their wintrv death
Where comes the summer with warmer ray:
Where does the autumn Wind lighter play
Where springs the grHss with fairer green
Chances The waves with y ufcr shCeuf
Where are the evening skies mure bright,
With the shading blush nf the soft twilight
Where does the forest-mpre lofty rise,
Bathing it's top in the dreamy skies?
Where do earth's stars. in their early love,
I.ork inRder upward to those abovef
All where does nature more gently speak,
Than on thy burders iair creek?
But, o there was gathering then,
The fautsteps Stern Uf hearty men,
All swHrming fast from wood and DELI
And why they came we're sooth IN tell
They heard the blast of that dinner horn,
Wide ~ the signing breeIrs bnrne.
II told tale not unexpected
Each one a moment. then reflected,
And thOt the Squre's clock must be slow,
II should have bl"wn an hour ago,
Then laid aside his axe, and nuk
His coat that on some thOrny hook,
Projected from some rugged tree,
Had hung where u might handy be,
Aud Ger the plain and forest wide
BsinOk himself with heavy stride,
And turning is the little gate,
With hasty step for fear twas late,
Tarred a moment, with due care,
To make a slight avation there:
For there a bubbing fountain sent
Its tribute of pure element
Cptp the open sir,
And ine,s, by that sweet fountains aid,
Were mems and mN idens' tni nilettes made,
Aad in its mirror fair.
Where laughing virgins were collected,
Was mAnv II smiling face reflected,
Aud lock Of golden hair.
But turn We now from such like themes,
To sadder far aud Sterner themes
To sing nf battles fought aud won,
or wariike deeds iu usice done,
or toll. and sweat and labor great,
fnrrtnld. lung since, by grand dam Fate,
For 81 twas written long ages ago,
That man should meet and cnnquer his foe ;
And thus the 81 bill who lived in the cave,
While the wild wolves h Nv 'sr the nu rde T
er's grave.
Where the gibbrt-irous swing in the breeze
Aud the bOues hang still from the gailow
trees:
Where the deadly night-shade cresps up IN
wall,
And ne sunbesms shine m the izzard small
Thus was 1t told, in that distant time,
lu the iimping verse of the itch's rhyme
"By prrk and beans. bv veal AMI woe,
A mdn should meet and conquer his fe,
When 1n the sigh nf the bre, Le is borne
The Sc li-made tones uf the dinner hUrn,"
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