Virginia free press. (Charlestown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1832-1916, 1884-01-03
JFFFERSON COUNTY " VA, THURSDAY. JANUARY 3. 1884.

Aud seeking. found---Jw i1ap0rt'mei in rain
Lo. IndiscTetion was thy only blame
No deeper blemish threats thy honored name.
Thy childrcn's love thy footsteps shall Hume,
Within their h.trts tty pristine hye'e rcsas.e!
From tapplel vale To yerdure dotted hill
Their voices hail thee as their mother still.
pray you. Masters. lin your curious Dyes.
Where GEMS ofgold bes;rew the Eintry skies.
And note yon stranger flashing forth light
Whose brillance palos the scDtiuels of night
4 comet It's whose orbit, known of men,
Minute describes just 3-scorc years and ten.
Quits small, compared To one summer old
Whose nsatchlcss splendor knock'd its rivals
cold
It lacks not We; portentous vgor. Nay,
Already 'thwart Their whilom way
lts shadows nov haze fallen. Well,
The paragraph that follows more can tell
'Tis not for me, Village carrior-lad-
Whose RHYMES. II humble are not really bad
To speak in language other than sedaie
OF men whom place and power render great.
Ia this regard, however, yOn must see,
4 bit Of license should be granted ne.
The spiral BrLLY and tho spanking BIS,
4 pair of very execrahlc Incnl,
Have found their level Isn't his q cause
For deep thanksgiving and wild hurrss
Not leHger than their pending state contrib
VIII these twin Bosses take their costly toll
The wave of Democratic strength, It's true,
That swept last year the qEirrring country fiiro'
Was but spaSm0lic. Mark the recent fray,
When Democratic virtue fell away.
And vet the breaking of Nirginias thrall
To Southern men was surely worth Il ak
Nor breath'da Rel" who had not long int
plord
The favorng gods that Butler sh0Hld be feor'd:
Eentho'. ike samson the temple porch within,
Democracy vas buried iE the awful dan!
The man and brother. thanks to Court decree,
Has fallen from the top branch of the tree.
Twas roal gnciyi 10 inyalidatc
The civil status of the pGtenisto.
But when the Fathers perpciratc Law
70 spite the conquered in a civil war.
IL needs mu be that when their passions cool
They want no more to play the legal fool
Thus Sanbo tumhlcs from his mighty sent
Aud most surprising lands upon his fe9.
To Gpd. fhe farther downward that he tends.
That "IcScl pJggaons' arc his only friends
One moment. Masters. let my Scrabhy pen
Tarn loving back to Valley themes again-
To oCuApLfstowN. garb'd in robe ofyernal green,
Where 'erst a churchly gathering was seen:
Anointed shepherds Of feitl s.blme-
Whose starward spires rise in every cilno,
And lly Observation-Disclosures Oh tnt Ihip' -
Whose clean, strong hands Ills ministryup'old
\ hallow'd picture, inarr'd by naught of strife,
Athwart whose canvuss-tcnSc with spirit Isle
There stray q iirr5 sific6 cio,sd asrnligltbeain
And merged the real into q saintcd Droaih.
All, woe is ne. good Masters Yondcr, there's
Within that pleasant home two vacant chalrs
An anguishd truth bctokens. liOpo hns nei
And left H. orphaned-thc SENIoR aud his WIPE
are dead
If prayerful thought their spirits could have
stay'd
They had not len Us lonely and dismay'd.
We sorrow still-yot tears are unayailihg
Those thin white hands are folded and at rest.
Those eyes are clos'd in slumbcrs decp--unlail-
ing,
-----God lsnoweth best.
'T- llhshcd, now. Ny lyric strain is done.
One word remains for me TO writc-ycs, only
one.
I've tried To make the record full. Old SO
Can tell but little more, hope" so let itbc''
And Mastcrs-kindcst friends IN nce'l-l pray
Give me a thOught-and something olsc-this
Christmas Day.
So may, of happincss n brimmng store.
Wait round about each old faniihnr roJf
What more indeed need lyrics ask for 'si'