Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1896-08-14


'Tis well Vermont and Massachusetts,
Today unite in celebration:
And trace on old Fort Dummer's site
The lines of fertilization.
On Massachusetts, soil it stood
Before the boundary alteration.
From the good old Massachusetts Bay
The order came for its ere ton
Where western hills and old Wantastiouet
Approach and guard the situation.
on lands Equivalent as directed,
Seemed this fit and wise location.
Like sentry proud. for years II stood.
To watch the treacherous northern foe,
And guard from French and Indian scout
The thrifty growing towns below.
Younger by near 3 century
Than are her nearby sister states.
Vermont has less Of ancient treasure
In way OF relics. legends. dates.
Yet many name through long decades,
With tale of valor or Of dread.
Recorded or traditional.
Now wakens memories long dead.
In fort and township lives the name
OF Massachusetts governor:
While TO our own fair town was given
The name of one-a purchaser
OF lands called then Equivalent
A Loyalist in years after.
The tragedy Of Bridgman's fort.
The names of Sartwell and of Howe,
The story of the captive fair,
Are held 10 veneration now.
And many a one today, with pride
Akin TO that of British peers,
Ancestral lineage traces down
From those New England pioneers.
The years have gone with rapid flight.
More than a century has passed
Since British feet and gInboat sailed
And left our country free at last.
How grand the record Of the years,
How blest this union OF the states,
In growth, in wealth. in power, in laws,
And in her noble magistrates.
We turn with retrospective eye
To note some changes of the wears
I'm sure they would astound the gaze
OF old-time prophets and of seers,
For could our ancestors. as once,
Remanded be to this old planet,
They scarce would know the face at all
Mid all these piles of brick and granite.
Could they light down some busy day,
ION Boston Common, we will say
And see the sights and hear the sounds
Anu INTO llE new SUBWAY.
And watch the busting. hurrying crowd,
More people here-l think they'd say
Than when the Red Coats spoiled the play
OF the Boston boys on that winters day.
And what are theses hear them ask
AS the electrics swiftly pass,
Loaded with people young and old.
But what the force that moves this mass
Along the crowded thoroughfare:
All, times have changed. we quick reply,
Tho r1tlae tho road
The power is electricity.
OF all the means of locomotion,
Ut fairly makes the brain TO reel
The strangest is that queer invention
The modern cyclist calls Wheel"
Old men and boys, women and girls,
Are all affected by the craze
A sight that generations past
Would fairly shock and daze.
The minister and deacon, too,
Delight to mount their own pet wheel
And cycle through the country round,
Then say how well il makes them feel,
The fair PriscilIas of today
Are just as fond of spinning,
AS was the Plymouth maiden
When young Alden was her heart a-winn
Their wheels are quite unlike, it's true.
The yarn of differing texture;
But love and romance, just the same,
Thrill every heart Wen venture.
As we approach the century's close.
A novel figure comes to view.
lis of woman, strong, athletic,
No reproduction, it is true.
She swims and rows, fishes and hunts,
And is denominated New"
She, like her brother, goes to college,
Is Just devoted to the classics;
And Euclid is the veriest pleasure,
She dotes on higher mathematics.
She proudly strives, oft bears away
The honors on graduation day;
Then studies medicine or law,
or takes the platform if she may.
She's variously estimated,
Some think her altogether rude
In manners, dress and altitude,
Others see in her all that's good
'Twere not in force of circumstance,
A woman S nature e'er to change;
And cultivation of the brain,
From home ties never could estrange;
Yet sometimes will the question rise,
IL onward goes this revolution.
What will the coming product be
In feminine evolution?
And now, as if 10 crown the age,
This age of wonder and progression,
Appear the cathode rays, followed
By theories-a long procession.
A boon tits said they surely are
To doctors, patients, not a few.
No longer guessing. diagnosing,
They'll read their patients through
through.
Our eyes are to the future bright
When thought as matter shall be read.
Then lovers hearts will all be known
Before as after they are wed.
And business firms will hail with Joy
That day Of science in perfection;
No more In office bank or store,
ThereNl be embezzling and deception.
All, then the crank will take rest,
For copyrights will not avail;
Wen turn the rays on Kipling's brain,
Oranother's following 10 his train,
And straightway write a first class tale.
So time moves on with ceaseless flight,
Years TO decades, decades to centuries rol
Bearing the record of our lives.
Sum OF the units makes the whole;
Then In least things let each be true
To the higher instincts of the soul.
or honor and uprightness, too,
God speed our nation to the goal