Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1889-06-20
Changing Wears.
Anil 40 1870

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Written for the "camp Fire" Department by W
p. Roberts, NJ. D., of Evansville Wis.,
WASHINGTON, our first President
To us his talents and money lent,
As all who read may know.
In Church and State or banquet hall
His memory we to-day recall
OF the many years ago. =
We celebrate one hundred years
OF Joys untold, but mixed with tears
our first Inauguration.
How many changes have come and gone,
Yet this day finds us moving on
With our Constitution.
We boast that we are frce-born men,
And shout it DER and DER again,
And make 4 hue and cry"
The time now is for us TO pause
And think upon the chaugcless laws
Given us from OH high.
To everlasting they are the same,
And Gods promises we can clam -
II faithful we abide. ,r
let lis anew resolve this day, ,'s'
Due homage to our Maker pay,
And let His spirit guide.
Our fathers brave, not long ago, IS,
Many hardships did foreeo, -
Their freedom 10 possess; y
a better country here TO find,
Where Kings could not Cypress.
Behold those giant forest trees,
With branches moving in the breeze,
\ boundleSS sea OF leaves,
Ere long those trees had fallen low
And teams were passing to and fro
Amidst field Of sheaves.
As time and hardships onward sped,
Our fathers did our mothers we'd
And reared their families large.
The girls were taught it was sin
Not to know how to card and spin,
And Of the house take charge.
The boys were taught to grub and chop
And from the SOIL to raise crop
OF potatoes, corn and beans.
The girls and boys grew on apace,
And neck To neck did run the race
TO live within their means.
God blessed them i'm their honest toll,
And kept them from internal broil,
A united stalwart band.
Ere long their sky was clouded DER,
Their freedom was aSsailed once more
In this-their new-found land.
Old England's lords, with tyrant sway,
In horrid war and dire array,
struck down our SlreS brave
But brighter DAYS were on the wing,
Nor England's might, nor Englands king
Our fathers could enslaNe.
The Indian hunter, Natures child,
Then roaming free this western wild,
Was rudcly swept away;
The white man drove his game afar
With AK. and pillow, and railroad car
The red man could not stay.
a Quaker lady, devoid Of brag,
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TO float DER land and sea;
And now our sisters humbly ask
The right to help us in our task
To keep this country free.
How soon do men forgetful grow
or Grandma's deeds. of long ago,
And mothers holy name.
our sisters work ~ much a we,
Yet like Us, they cannot see
This boosted frecdom-sham
Intempcrance is in our land.
Casting letters upon every hand,
The God accursed woe!
And unless there are many found
Who trust in God for reason sound,
Our freedom sure Will go.
Let this sovereign rise like men
And drive the demon 10 his den;
For conquer sure we must.
Lest we like Israel OF old
Barter ourselves for pdltry gold,
Forgetting whom we trust.
AS nation, we're lacking most
And are incl ned too much TO boast
or Liberty and freedom.
We'd much better all work and pray
For God to guide IN Ills own way,
Asking mercy and pardon.
o God, speed on the glorious day
When we can all trIIthfullV say,
our land-our blessed land is free
From every kind of slavery
And then another century gone
Well still hurrth for WAsHINGToN.