Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1882-01-04
TO OUR PATRONS.

dark the SiAu, Rranu Ne~ car OciAo!
How merrily they ring upon the air,
Sending thrills of music everywhere;
What hopes, what memories, their Ginning
tells.
Good patrons all, kind good morD,
The old years dead-the newer born;
Aud i, again am at your door,
As weekly, have been before,
Bearing, this time, the annual song,
As Carriers have for ages long.
sing not now of foreign lands,
OF great events by oceans strands;
OF deeds of valor, things long past.
OF sunny days or skies o'ercast;
But, Of the more familiar themes,
We see and know but not in dreams.
Our town, which once was but will,
Is now a city, growing still,
And, when the locomotives scream
Along the banks of Conno's stream,
They'll scare the ancient, hooting owls,
And sweet peace reign among the fowls.
The old cleft rock across from mill,
Where oft times sat in moonlight still
Fond lovers, in sweet tete-d-tete,
And bows in many a summer day
Cutting their names deep on its face,
That time thereafter might them trace.
Where Massey HARRISON once slept
When after her the Savage crept,
The wedge and sledge has leveled down:
Gone, this old landmark of the town
30 new improvements e'er demand,
That old things shall no longer stand.
And Bald Ridge, too, demands a verse,
The story's short, twill bear rehearse;
Out from its rocks, by ardent toll,
Is poured forth rivers pure of oil
And, from its bosom to the sea,
The pipe line bears the argosy.
But passing, must drop tear
On David Douglas lonely bier.
Philosopher and thrice mans age;
He's gone forever from life's stage
But, long as Douglas Rows" are seen,
His memory will be ever green.
When but youth, he sought the wild
Untrodden western paths-a child
OF Nature, he from Nature sought,
To CLEAN what art nor schools n'er taught;
The ways, the manners of mankind,
And strength of body, grasp of mind.
OF politics, take no note,
But leave this theme to those who vote
May nation, county. town and State,
Be ruled by men both good and great;
Republicans are at the helm,
And will all other foes o'erwhelm.
Our public schools notice claim,
Where boys are taught the road to fame;
And girls, when grown, in after lives,
To make, for husbands, goodly wives,
And ever, without form or art,
To love with simple, ardent heart.
Great Garfield, ! cannot forget,
Elected, murdered! not even yet
T,,s, har
On him who laid the patriot low.
But soon-as sure as rolls the wave,
Curses will fill vile Guiteau's grave.
Dead Garfield, while the courtry lives,
Thy name and fame with her survives;
Historians, will TO future age,
Tell all thy deeds on historys page;
And poets, with enraptured song.
Thy name to other DAYS prolong.
Assassin cursed be e'er such name
Lit be the land with freedoms flame,
That like fire from highest heaven,
Shall send him down unwept, unshriven.
Mercy will ne'r bend Ger his tomb;
Nor Ger his grave flower bloom.
Vennori thou man of Montreal,
Prophet of seasons-rise and fall,
OF elements that guide the weather.
Pray tell US now, if thou can'st whether,
You've fixed it up. from day to day
For Uncle Sam or Canada?
If as your wont, we humbly pray
To fix your own, up your own way,
But let us Yankees all alone
You give your oracle too high tone
To suit US dwellers hereabout-
SO keep your alien weather out.
Some faces that we knew of yore,
Are seen upon our streets no more:
They sleep within the churchyard mold,
But still, their memories like to gold,
Are with the friends who love them yet
For heart that's true will ne'er forget.
The year has faded into night,
The future lies before us bright;
Hope, beams upon us like star,
Peace reigns-no clash of arms or war
Our glorious flag to every breeze,
Floats proudly over land and seas.
The farmer tills in peace the soil,
Our hills and valleys pour forth oil;
The artisan, in town and m lrt,
Tolls on each day with ligntened heart;
For well they know, by day or night,
The ship of State is guided right.
My song is ended, go my way,
God bless you all. my simple prayer;
To every one, life's blessings, q share,
And, I'll call TO sac you another day.
THE CARRIER.