Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1882-06-15
GENESTHO PHOS,"

"GENESTHO PH0S,"
POEM OF REV. CYRUS C0RT.
head Mt the Goetbesn TrisnnisI Festival in
Lancaster, Pa. June II, 1857.
Again We tread the festal hall,
Hang up the banner On the wall
And vow to Danish errors night;
Genestho Phos Let there be light.
The grand old motto. let It tell
Ring out the potent, magic spell :!
The good, the beautiful and true
Shall sanctify our lives anew.
pause to think upon the past,
Since here met you Getheans last;
I've rcamed the prairies of the West,
Have climbed the Rockies rugged cre.t.
Full fifteen years their course have run,
Eventful days have come and gone.
Since mere met with GeLhe's boys
To share their grand triennial joys.
The cheer was great and great the throng
That sang the dear old festive song,
The song of Burns. the royal Scot.
"Should auld acq quaintance be forgot"
Oh never let our hearts DC dull.
Aye let our voice be loud and fall.
To swell the chorus OF the lays
That bind our hearts to other days.
We have the boards and look OF men,
But now we feel like boys again:
Again we feel the dew OF youth Z
And let US pledge our lives to truth
The guerdon OF success We prize
II truth be not the sacrifice
What care We for the worlds applause
Unles, 1t be a righteous cause!
We thank the kindly Providence
That spared so well our lives from thence.
And round old GGthe's festal board.
With viands and with victuals stored,
Mid flow OF reason, feast Of soul,
We pledge our troth without the bowl;
Without the aid OF bcor or wine
We pledge to days OF Audi Lang Syne.
Since last we met, our ship of state
Was toss'd by billows wild and great;
But peace has come, happy day!
Sweet peace has come and come to stay.
The bloody shirt no longer winds
Around our flag OF peace and glory.
The outrage mill no longer grinds
Its grist go stale and dark and CORY.
God bless our own dear native land
And I'LL her sons with truth and honor
No more let fraud or treasons hand
Bring peril, shame or woe upon her.
Now look across the ocean wave,
Some que ,tious still are undecided;
Shall Turks our Christian friends enslave
Or Turkeys carcass he divided?
xVttb 1rootnr s, rau1f n tl,o, loyo tba R.ar
Now holds the Turk in his embraces
OF rocky Kars he makes a lair,
And hugs the Schipka mountain passes
GOD help the just and speed the right
In all the lands of song and story;
May Crcsceht wane and Cross grow bright,
Efrulgent with Messiah's glory.
In spite OF Gaul or naughty Hun,
We saw the German empire rising;
To whip the French was glorious fun,
Although to France 1t was surprising.
The Kaiser Is Il grand Old man,
Devoid of pomp or foolish pageant;
He matched Versailles and Vatican
With Bismarck for his trusty agent.
He'll keep the watch upon the Rhine,
With vine clad hills and all that follows;
We love thce. spite of beer and wine,
''Oh Deutschland. Deutschland. uebcr alles.''
Long live the German Fatherland!
Long live the;causc of Gallo freedom
God raise bravo, Llue-hearted band
To guard and safely lead them!
Old Ireland Is u blessed cline,
Let johnny Bull take solemn warming;
For should she rise another time
She'll choose st. Patricks day and morning.
That patron saint Will help her through
or toads and snakes he cleared old Erin.
And, with the aid OF Patrick, too,
She'll send him CT oss the channel steerin'
On wOman's rights we tune our song,
But grief breaks up its fountains.
The blessed cause has suffered wrong
Among the Rocky mountains.
In vain the gallant Susan b.,
The maid of by-gone ages,
Travcrsed the mountains and the lea
With other Eastern sages.
And Miss, or Mrs. Lucy Stone,
Expounded laws divine and human,
They failed, We sing IL with a moan,
To franchise lovely woman.
Alas in al the book of fate,
We find no greater slaughter
To think the young centennial state
Should snub Columbia's daughter.
But fair Wyoming lc;s her vote,
oh HE ye to her borders
The land OF sage hens and coyote
Shall heal your sad disorders.
But, jokes aside, there's fun ahead,
If men WONT lead they'll sure be led
Prepare, my lads, TOR changes great
In Forum, Field, In Church and State.
The times demand q president,
Who, on Reform and Freedom bent.
Shall promulgate firm decree
To make entire equality.
No more distinctions vain of sex,
State sman or student then shall vex
The coming man. as matters go,
Will be done up In calico.
No weaker vessel, coying Inaid,
Shall crave our sympathy or aid,
No better halves humiliate
Our pride, or squander our estate.
No student then, his precious time.
Shall waste in love or silly rhyme,
But lofty thoughts all souls engage
Amid that grand Utopian age
Deny it. II We dare or can,
The woman Is the better man;
Then why not vote and leyislate,
Yea, head affairs in church and state?
Why longer fret and foam and rage:
IT'S thus we'll reach the golden age
No more we'll stand up In the cars