Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1880-01-02
MINERAL POINT WIS.,, FRIDAY, JANUARY q $780,

1t has left all it's earthly possessions behind,
And doubtless, in doing So meant TO be kind
But the grace of the gift must be subject to doubt
Till schedule of items is fully made out
1t has left some old trunks in the forest all bare
And its old clothes scattered round here and
there;
A blanket that was bright yellow and green,
With a color 1t present that's somewhere between,
A mortified air and dark, sullcn tfown,
As it spreads its dull borders out over the ground;
There ocks of gay birds hcdgng in the green trees
Whose musical carols convulsed every breeze,
But they've flown and their shadows in sunny cimes cast
Carried oti in the arms of Novcmbers chill blast
There's long list of dead in the ehurchyards embrace
And tears that have washed out the smiles in the face
There sorrows from which flow burden Of sighs,
And dissolvng flow out in relief through the eyes;
There are joys to compensate the SORROWS of earth
And fond aspirations that's struggling for birth;
These things and thousand of others, and more,
The old year has carefully left lis in store
Some diminutve wardrobcs, both woven and knit
Have been left, with cargo of babies to it
With their little thin fingers and erumpled up toes
And dents in the floor just the shape of nosc
Little teeth that gnawng their little way through
Little mouth full Of bawls, little eyes full Of blue;
There celibate maids who are wrinkled and old,
With visages iron-clad, icy and cold
With curls in their lips and bangs IN their hair,
That warn cranky bachelors danger turks there
There are tamps everywhere except work shops and fields
Whose diet is mostly the sweat Of their heels,
Aid the Of experience, skinned with great care
With broomstick rolling-pin boot-toe or chair;
They orbitless meteors that enanly fly
Without object or aim through the whole human sky
The Sioux and Commanches, and stubborn Utes,
Win steal, rob and scalp men, whenever II suits,
Bid defiance to Schurz and his policy too
And their orgies perform round the victims they slcw
They're the nations menagere, Republican pets;
To furnish amusement for West Point cadets;
To chase sem-annually over the plains,
And never draw blood nor accumulate brains.
The southern commerce is active and full
And their exports are heavy in niggem and wool;
They consign them to Kansas, the mullen stalk State
To live and compete with the grasshoppers fate
They're the tutelnr gods Of the stawarts for years
Till lately they worship blood, buncombc and tears
The shinpasters gone, but where, no one knows;
And the mnsical coin for currency goes;
| The silver and gold since the day Of resume,
Have rolled back the stone from the door of their tomb
Their canonized bones have shattered the urn,
They've been hearsed in and gladly earth they return
And the greenbaeks welcome them back their sphere
And have stood side by side with them more than year.
But the metal asassins have howled a refrain,
From Southern Texas to northern Maine
To convince the dull nation that paper is cash.
That's COLDS deluson and silver is trash;
That promise TO pay is a lie and all that
And the whole solar system revolves round fiat.
The Republican mourncrs keep blubbcring away
Shedding tears for all things but their sins and their pay
Like an unruly child in its fond mothers lap
| II kicks off its shoes while she puts on its cap
Sticks its fist in its nose, in its mouth sticks bawl
But we'll spank the black brat with ballot next fall
And feed ii with milk from the Democrat breast,
That will soothe it to sleep in its cradle to rest
So the sun Of prosperity shall brighten the ways
That leads to the seat lately stolen by Hayes
Old Grant rides around on the tail Of his boom,
Forcing his royal emotions TO bloom;
With army Of pick pockets close at his heels,
! To shout vivE La at his chariot wheels
When this mighty Republic, the people own,
Is sold for glitterng and throne,
And the knights and the lords and the princes conspirc
To quench on the altar the last spark Of fire,
OF freedom, equality, justice and law
And lines Of distinction imperious draw;
His much royal highness and sovereign Grant
And all the high fools who for royalty pant
Lord Conkling be knighted lord keeper Of Kate,
Till Sprague Kicks his ordshp through the back gate
There be thrns in the crown Of the monarch perhnps