Connecticut western news., 1885-07-22
WEDNESDAY, JULY 22, 1885.
MoHA WK MO UNTALN INDEPENDENCE
 POEM, 1885.

As on the tsp of Nebo Moses stood And saw the promised land before him spread Noted the hills and valleys, plains and wood. And all the hosts which he 80 far had led, And with prophetic vision saw the day When all the wandering tribes should settled
 be-
 Filling the valleys and in every way Growing in greatness, and the plains should
 see Contented thousands happy in their lot, Fearing no evil while they obey the law Given on Sinai, that most sacred spot To which all nations, Jew and Gentle, draw, So we to-day can from our Pisgah's height See OCT the land so happy aud 80 fair, Flowing with milk and honey" landscape
 bright,
 Blessed with all comforts and the purest air. Here no malaria haunts the happy man, Whose lot is cast among these mountain
 scenes,
 And life is len3 3thened to its longest span. Youth ever happy and old age ever green. So friends and neighbors from old Mohawk's
 height,
 Look round about you and it's glories view; Far to the East, almost to morning light, Mountain on mountain, aspects ever new; South we behold the waters of the main. Though miles on miles of country intervene, O'erlooking towns and cities, hill and plain. The land of steady habits sure is seen. Westward the Catskills rise upon our sight, Bold. rugged, grand, point we ne'er forget, The cities refuge from disease and blight, The western frame in which Mt Moha wk' s set. Far to the north, part of the mountains green, We see old Greylock dim in distant haze, Forever there ss sentinel he's seen. It knows no change. this ancient of the days. Such is our setting, and our view extends Der states and counties of full rights pos sessed,
 Governed by laws, our rules are our friends, Blessing the people, by the people blest, And on this mount, it must have been the spot From which poet. not with us to-day, At twllighps light o'erspreading hill and cot Wrote down his thoughts, and this in part
 his lay:
 "One night as sat at my window,
 When the west was all agleam With that strange and wonderful spiendor That is feeting as a dream. thought that the hands of the angels Had flung open Heavens gateway wide, And caught glimpse of the glory
 From the hills on the other side." And now we turn to objects nearer home. Note "Ye Log Cabin" and it's treasures rare Approach respectful, for to old times we come No modern grimcraek is that old arm chair And that old icatch; how happy was the boy Who could possess the costly wondrous prize Two hundred years ago twas no toy,
 But called for wealth and toll and sacrifice For then no "Waltham" timed the boys t
 school,
 No Waterbury then had seen the light, And those who had no watches were the rul And iabored on from morn to stilly night; For in the days when this old watch was new Those good old days two hundred years ago No ten hour system found the laborer through Twas vain to wait to hear the whistle blow And that old lock now seen upon the door, If it could speak what stories it could tell What treasures it protected, and far more fortress locked when heard the Indian yell Old smooth-bore muskets are behind the time Of this fast age in killing as in arts, But with them oft our troops in battle lines Beat back the foe and well fulfilled thei
 parts.
 Time passes and cannot repeat
 All to be seen in the Log Cabin there Go visit it, and should you chance to meet A good old-fashioned dinner, walters fair. Dressed in the fashion of the long ago,
 Fear not; they're harmless. unless the dA By Cupid sent from his unsrring bow
 Should chance to hit you in g vital part, And if it should how glad you'll always be. In future days among the hours most brigl The cabin on the mount you'll always see,
 And for this day of days thank Nina Whit