The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1908-01-23
The Buckeye Home ming.


published by Request.)
Awake, my Mouse, old Mount Parnassus
climb
Tune thy long silent harp to graceful rhyme
And sing a song at for this wondrous time.
To Him whose sovereign power oerrules our
ways,
with thankful he arts firstlet us re enderpraise
That we have lived to see this day of days.
Honor to that wise statesman, Nathan Dane.
| Twas he whose patriotic heart and brain
To freedom saved our great Northwest do
main.
Honor to Putnam and his little band
who, led and guided by the Almighty Hand,
Laid the foundation of an Empire grand.
what hath God wrought 2" from whom all
blessings fiow'
Today. where but hundred years ago,
In the dense forest iurked the savage foe.
Where wound the slow and tedious pack
horse trail
Now rush swift trains DER the resounding
| rail,
And towns and cities cover hill and vale.
In happy homes ave million people dwell.
who In all arts that bless mankind excel,
But all the wondrous story who can tell
Ohio, loved and honored name,
Ger all the earth hath spread thy fame,
No fairer stream the wide world o'er
Than that which loves thy Southern shore
Whose Indian name thou still dost bear,
| Beautiful River, La Belle Rivirie."
Northward lies Erie's inland sea
Where Perry won his victory.
Where ships and steamers hourly ply
And with our ocean commerce vie.
Great art thou, infinitely great
In all that constitutes state;
Great in thy men. thy women. too.
No fairer meath heavens dome of blue;
Great in thy rich, productive soil,
Whose fruits reward the hand Of toll;
Great in thy mines Of iron, coal
And oil. from many gushing hole.
And natural gas. for heat and light,
Forever flowing. day and night;
Great in the workshops, mid whose'din
The wheels of labor swiftly spin;
Great In the chuI ches and thy schools,
Thy homes. where sweet contentment rules
And crowning ALL beloved by thee,
THE star-eyed Goddess. Liberty"
When reason foul. in deadly strife.
Sought to destroy the Nations life,
Thou gav'st more heroes, strong and brave,
Our Union to defend and save
Than any state in all the land
That helped to win the victory grand
Proud Empire state of all the West,
BY Providence SO richly blest,
Five Presidents have had their birth
Upon thy favored spot of earth,
And should there be another draft
We atilt have Foraker and Taft
Long as grass grows and water runs"
Dear Buckeye State. thy stalwart sons
And daughters fair will honor thee
Though distant far our homes may be.
Glad are we that our infant eyes
First saw the light beneath the skies,
Though destined far abroad the roam
Here was our happy childhood's home.
Here. on this glad September morn,
Thousands who on thy soil were born,
From North and South, from East and West
Return to our dear mothers breast,
Happy her welcome guests to be
At this grand Buckeye Jubilee.
Let us give thanks to God above
For all His constant care and love,
That we are spared once more to meet
with Buckeye soil beneath our feet,
Welcomed by Buckeye hearts and hands
And the sweet strains of Buckeye bands.
Let us give thanks, and ever pray.
: God bless this glorious Buckeye Day
JOSEPH LoCKHARr BoARDHAs.
! Columbus, o., September. 1907.