million slaves set free.
The latter General fought with bravery and science,
The first he on the Lord placed strong reliance,
And in the justice of his cause he bade the North
As grand emancipators they should issue forth.
And o’er great North the conquering name of Grant
His mighty deeds of valour they ’ere more will chant,
And now doth pass from stage this last named actor,
In crushing Southern slavery potent factor.
United States
The United States is wondrous land,
Within its mighty borders grand,
They are a world unto themselves,
In South the Negro plows and delves.
Raising tobacco, sugar, cotton,
Grapes and rice too may be gotten,
The west for corn, cattle and swine,
On which millions o’er the world dine.
The silver hills of Colorado,
Equaled only by Nevada,
And o’er the world you can’t behold
Aught like California’s mines of gold.
To vast extent her exports reaches,
Of grapes and oranges and peaches,
And Florida the land of flowers
Is famous for its orange bowers.
Pennsylvania’s hills environ
Wondrous mines of coal and iron,
Great marvel of these modern days,
All you require yourselves could raise.
But still Canadians are content
With their own half of continent,
Though Uncle Sam is most wealthy,
Canada’s content and healthy.
Sam and her are blood relation,
Sprung alike from British nation,
May peaceful odes alone be sung
’Tween people of one race and tongue.
When Canada’s ten million strong,
Then none will dare to do her wrong,
Either as a youthful nation
Or in Imperial Federation.
Caledonia Springs, New York
The water spouts up from the ground
And there doth form a pond around,
’Tis fed from no apparent rills,
And it near by drives several mills.
And here the little ponds are seen
Where fish are propagate by Green,
Fish hatcheries here had their birth,
And now they’re spread o’er all the earth.
Here in each pond thousands of trout
Rush around their circular route,
Of various breeds, age and size,
Speckled o’er with various dyes.
Geologists do gaze with pride
On specimens all petrified,
Here church is built of those rare stone,
Fish, reptiles, birds, in days bygone.
Strange thoughts in mind it doth awake,
As it is far from sea and lake,
Even the hill tops do abound
With proofs here flowed the sea profound.
With reverence we gaze around
On an ancient burial ground,
Those who once did tread the heather
Now rest quietly here together.
Local Sketches
On grassy amphitheatre,
Spectators sit to view the war,
’Mong bold contestants on the plain
Where each doth strive the prize to gain.
Come witness the great tug of war,
And see great hammer thrown afar,
See running, jumping, highland fling,
At concert hear the skylark sing.
And the bagpipes will send thrills,
Like echoes from the distant hills,
And the bold sound of the pibroch,
Which does resound o’er highland loch.
Young men and maids and fine old dames
Will gather on the banks of Thames,
And though we have a tug of war
’Twill leave no wound or deadly scar.
Brain Engravings
Great wonder is the human brain,
How it impressions doth retain,
Inscribed on it are autographs,
And there is also photographs.
And every hill and plain and nook,
It is deep graven in this book,
A great variety here belongs,
Snatches of sermons and of songs.
Here you’ll find are numerous themes,
Both mighty thoughts and foolish dreams,
Here love and hope so bright and fair,
There hate and doubt and dark despair.
And here is too the bower of bliss,
Where youthful lovers first did kiss,
Here are memories of childhood
And of old ages thoughtful mood.
View well the whole, ’tis a strange sight,
Both of suffering and delight,
You see the parting with old friend,
And where new hearts with yours do blend.
Greatest blessing, hope of heaven,
For our comfort it is given,
Indented deep in mind of wise
Are glories of the heavenly prize.
Survival of the Fittest
Now let the hero of our song,
Be he who gentle treats the throng,
And would not cruel treat another,
But to each be as to a brother.
And he must have both sense and wit,
And be possessed of strength and grit,
Then strong as proof of holy writ,
For to survive he is most fit.
And according to our test,
The fittest only is the best,
These have a right for to survive,
And well they do deserve to thrive.
And this kind of evolution
It will bring no revolution,
But revolve in Christian sphere,
Where scripture truths are prized and dear.
Give us the man doth persevere,
And presses on in his career,
Undaunted struggling for the right,
Though all mankind ’gainst him unite.
Though now on top of highest mount,
Where he has found true honour’s fount,
Yet those below he don’t despise,
But strives to aid them for to rise.
Motto
Politeness, perseverance and pluck,
To their possessor will bring good luck.
Things Should Be Judged by Merit
A picture hung in a public hall,
And it was much admired by all,
Painted by a true artist’s hand,
The subject it was truly grand.
Its fame o’er the whole world resounds,
Valued at ten thousand pounds,
Beauteous lady none ’ere passed her,
She was the work of an old master.
At last a critic keen did gaze
And saw ’twas work of modern days,
Then quick it was pronounced a daub,
And artist but a money grab.
The true, the noble and the grand,
Will lend to struggling helping hand,
Then let no man of dues be shorn,
If he a subject doth adorn.
The Gates Ajar
A good kind man who knew no malice,
Happy with wife and daughter Alice,
More precious far to him than gold,
His little darling six years old.
True nobleman with many friends,
His career too soon it ends,
The casket friends enshrined with flowers,
While soul had fled to heavenly bowers.
The wreaths were lovely, but the star,
Admired by all was gates ajar,
The widow led her little girl
To where death his dart did hurl.
And stricken her poor father down,
But child exclaimed he’s won the crown,
And he will watch for me afar,
And keep for me the gates ajar.
And when we cross the crystal fount,
He will point out the heavenly mount,
Here neither sun nor moon doth shine,
Lighted with radiance all divine.
For I know well for me he’ll wait
Anxious at the pearly gate,
For I would fear to view alone
The glories of the heavenly throne.
Pa will admit his little Alice
Safe into the heavenly palace,
And glories to me will unfold
As we tread the streets of gold.
Child Made Happy
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