Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1888-11-05

In far of Oregon the people vote,
And Cleveland's minions hear the warning note;
| Their votes fall softly a. the evening dsws,
Yet to the democrats how harsh the news;
The woodsman By the river leaves the drive,
For Trades the trade on which TO thrive,
| And 10 the polls he hastes with nying feet,
Tina; he may Cleyeiznd and his cohorts beat,
The folks with sheep and kline upon the hills
send greeting unto Cleveland Carlisle and Mills,
Their would-be masters, not to put on airs.
| For they can manage yet, their OWE affairs
| The my site writing seen upon the wall,
Writ BY tate, toretelling babyion's fai,
| l. seen and felt in the 81. Louis hall,
Where the Great Reformer's trained henchmen
| To fall and worship at their masters feet.
II: old maehine. ansignaied, jumps the track
And they cry How lost is our condition,
/ Up salt River on q banished mission
| BarEun, the vie, Of Morey letter fame.
Turns pse and sick, but not from sense of shame;
The traitor Jen feels queer about the gilis,
And CONSERVATION ais the heart of Mills:
| The news 10 Soutt, Fellows, Brice and Gorman,
sounds like an Indictment TO the Mormon.
Dan Lemont hears the harsh voice of Grover;
| The great man asks if his reign is over;
DAM, inquiries. rs he falls on hi; face,
Cant We be pen.ioned if We lose this place.
But Grover, with = veto in his list,
| Exeiaim.. You laundering, laundering fool, be
| whist,
| For shall hight ii 10 the bitter end
| Ny hopes on Oregon do not depend,
/ The solid south viii take good care of me-
| NJ trusts are in sugar, oil, and whiskeyi"
! The great Randall, outiawed, then whispers low,
| uroSer, you cannot make hat swindle CO."
Lord salisbury TO chamberlain complains,
I That treaty's lost our labor for our pains.
/ And all our hopeful visions of Free Trade,
| Like the Illusions of dream they fade ="
| That news Is flashing DER the quiyering wire,
| The praires and the hi.ltops hlaze with fir.
| The Rocky Mountains shed beacon light,
[ The star Of hope glows On the brow of night
| The state that guides, Dirgo on her shield
| In auinmu's early morning takes the field
! Her own great son may not the standard bear;
| But he rs her high private, will be there.
/ The pines OF Maine will he rrho.. hark
And all the NOrthiand follow in her track
| Vermont and Hampshire hills will greeRer grow
The Bay State, from her canting Mugsumps freed,
la the highway of duty takes the lead.
tanueil Hall and Bunker Hill will glow
Win the unsullied glory of long ago;
| Little Rhody relies on Providence,
And she will prove no burden OF offence,
Inc Inc Empire state, spite Of her Doodle city,
viii show for Cleveland no love or pity
The fayorite son, who lodged his taxes
| WI be left out in the cold, the fact is
The stale OF Penn the keystone of the arch
| " i'll TO the music of the Union march:
Jersey, Connecticut, and Indiana,
| W 18th Ohio, scouts the red bandana;
| The great Northwest with the Pacific slope
| VIII leave Democracy ray of hope:
| Every Northern State, firm liked In its place
| Not one least Pleiad hidden in disgrace;
| The Old Dominion from her sleep awaxes
| The SCOT and ashes from her brow she shakes;
| And loyal Virginia Of the West,
| In robes of sp0tless purity all dres't
| W i'll direct u regenerated south
| W 18th no vile words of treason in her mouth
! The solid South, II folly of the past,
Will wi ely see its foolishness at last:
The sum of villainy has lost its grip
! ii gone with auction block and divers whip,
Cnstaned With blood, King Cotton is no king
| The slave-a man-has ceased TO be thing
| The grand old party called Republican,
In the road to victory leads the van.
! The glorious news perneates the air,
IL teaches the oppressed not to despair.
| The sailors hear it on the pulsing sea,
| From of the banks they whistle it with glse:
| Inc toiler on the farm and in the MILL
! m hia roll sxxitt.
| II strikes the keynote of the great campaign
| That he who fights for right fights not In vain.
| II shows the world just what We are about
| That we intend ITO turn the rascals out"
| The land of Lincoln, of Grant of Logan
| OF names not born TO die. sounds the slogan.
Victory From the lakeside to the sea;
| That's our motto. Victory! Victory
| GEORGE WARREN WHITE
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