The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1902-01-04
The tolling BEN, 10 steepIe Tower

The tolliug bell, in steeple tower
Peals the stroke OF midnight hour
It's voice now hush'd, the Book of Fate
Hath turned the page Of sixty-eight.
Another year It's course has sped
And left the living for the dead;
Memory's clasp its deeds c0nfne-
Its ashes urn'd by sixty-nine.
All hall thou smiling newborn year;
We grasp thy hand in welcome here;
For again thy presence brings to earth
The natal day of our Savior's birth.
AS twelve disciples had our Christ,
Twelve laborers with thee keep trYst;
May each and all, in monthly call,
Bring ssPeace on earth-Good will to all"
HALT Patrons, with New Year l come
To busy mart and quiet home;
With each alike be mirth and JOY,
Saye;h |, your carrier boy.
When sspales the stars with morning light,
And struggling Day overcomes the Night,
My round / take, and visit all
With what doth happen or beiall
Mankind. And, with The Caucasian,
OF each event and occasion;
Teep you inform'd-als that goes on
In city, country and in town
,A9n ocean, land, mountain plain
These columns doth it all contain:
They who are born-they who are wed;
Notes the living, reports the dead;
The good that's done, the evil wrought
All that is lost, stolen, bought.
Ny greetings done, but ere too late,
Wen backward look at sixty-eight.
The dogs Of war are chained at last
Their feast Of blood and carnage past;
The earth, that bore their crimson stain
Hath waved 10 fields OF golden grain
Changing reapers with changing years,
Turned warllke Mars to peaceful Ceres;
And hosts who met in deadly strife
Labor now in sustaining life.
Gods boanties, with a lavish hand,
Have filled the earth and blest our land;
While famine, cursed within his lair,
Eyes our plenty with grim despair.
From foul contagious loathesome breath,
That fills the air with gloom and death
Exempt has been our land. With praise
To God our grateful voices raise.
From dusky Ind. to Northlight's pale
Our ships on every ocean sail;
While iron sinews bind our land
Western coast with eastern strand.
The red mans steed starts IN amaze
AS trains dash through where wild beasts Craze.
The iron wire is talking now,
From ocean bed to mountain brow;
With lightning flash the world goes round,
Telling tales through every town.
Cities rise in a single day.,
Like fables old, Of the Geniis sway.
s'There Is Indiai" great Benton said
Whose spirit lives, though be is dead;
And westward lures the swarmiDg hordes-
Led on by those prophetic words.
-Four years have fed since brothers. blows
On each other fell, instead of foes;
Bot Southern winds in whispers swell,
Stored wrongs that with them dwell
The tyrant rules with IRON hand
The fairest portion OF our land;
Homes uespoii'd and wealth bereft
Mark the ruins by vandals Left
Wimre once ruled master now riots slave
In wanton license freedom gave.
The struggle is o er-the die is cast,
Four more years misTule will last;
While freedoms friends have lost the day
The %countrys hope aud only stay
lis better to have fought than fled;
Altho' more wine than blood was shed.
Shrest means Of Grads" destruction
Is their bungling sreconstruction.n
This alone will show they're ssges:
Their first act ls-rasng wages.
Farewell, Thomas, thy reign draws nigh
It's end, Now to thy palace HE
Built by careful, honest toll,
In ease and rest enjoy thy spoil.
You have well serv'd-take needed rest
And slumber in Thy "~feathered nest"
Not so Rodman-he with US stays
In office hopes to pass his days;
He surely Counts without his host
A scouni7 awaits the whipping post.
Montgomery, 1.-THE Common Lot'
Wen meier regret when thou shalt rot
Earth forgot and God %forsaken,
Satan sure will cook thy BACON.
The folly 0 fthe age now tends
To woman's rights and Grecian bends;
Sorosis, too, has marked the year
But what that rs don't quite appear
AS yet. No doubt some new feature
OF Miss Stone or Parson Beecher--
For these two, in determination
Strive to ruin all creation.
But, harki Matin bells are ringing;
And DER head the angels singing.
With comets flash, bright cherubim,
Bear old year out--the new one in.
List! AS from each watch-tower swells
Praises to Him who forever dwells.
HIST and you hear the cattle low,
As down on Bonded knees you bowl
See The east with red Is tirOinv