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Awake, with tho blushing morning,
And throw aside all care,
Look out on the peaceful dawning,
And breathe the fresh pure air.
For lo! in the golden eastern,
Where'crimson heralds shine,
Rides out on the clear horizon,
The new born heir of Time!
Let us rise to greet the stranger,
As he treads the halls of blue,
And shout, with a welcome echo,
Good luck to Sixty-Two!
He parts with his ros^ pinions,
The clouds that 'round us stand,
And smiles with a benediction,
jj Upon our troubled land.
Down, down, thro' the fading vista,
With a crash ne'er heard before,
Ploughs the old year's seething ashes,
To shake the ages hoar'!
And we gaze with trembling vision,
Upon that vanish'd scene,
Calling the startling record
Of deeds which there have been.
From the shores qf distant nations,
Upward the shadows rise,
Where turmoil's cauldron Kingdoms shake,
With trouble and surprise.
The garden vales of Italy,
Teem 'round with armed bands,
Gaeta is taken, Yictor, King,
And bandits scour the lands.
Financial troubles rise in France,
1 But Napoleon steers all clear,
And builds his iron-plated ships,
In readiness for war.
A fire destructive London sweeps,
And ruin marks its sway,
While from the halls of state, to death,
Some great names pass away.
We gaze on China fill'd with war,
Revolts in Hungary,
And the old year lit with passion flames,
Gleams red from sea to 3ea!
South America keeps up the din,
The same with Mexico,
To whose far coast, we mark the fleets
Of Spain and Allies go.
A drought in Cuba, while the Nile,
Wrecks Egypt's garner'd store,
And inundate the country 'round.
With death and suff'ring sore.
Turn to the West, oh! dark the veil,
That fails in sadden'd gloom,
.Upon this once bright scene of joy,
The freeman's happy home!
Owning a wide and glorious land,
The richest 'neath the sun;—
A blood-bought sacred heritage,
By patriot fathers won—
We see a traitor faction rise,
For selfish power and gain,
To crush the bulwarks of our pride,
And rend the starry chain!
By party rais'd to high control,
Toombs, Yancey, Floyd, and more,
Hatch wide rebellion with the funds,
Robb'd from the public store!
Wink'd at by those above in trust,
We mark the poison swell,
'Till the black ingrates turn to sting
The hand that fed them well!
On speeds the work—Forts Arsenals,
Mints, Custom Houses, fall
A prey to these insurgent wolves,
As yet unharm'd thro' all!
Conventions for compromise meet,
But vain the labor done,
While traitors seize eajh state by force,
And trample all law down.
Jeff Davis is made President,
And with a rampant air,
Old Dixie mounts on Cotton stilts,
And hurls defiance there!
At length, Buchanan leaves the scene,
No blessings wafted free,
And Abraham Lincoln takes the helm,
Upon a stormy sea.
Perils the nation compass 'round,
Rebellious armies form,
And a mad oligarchy threats
Our Capitol to storm!
Then while false hearts, their oaths forsake,
And fast desertions flow,
The old war victor, Winfiekl Scott,
Prepares to meet the foe!
South Carolina, first in strife,
Dimming her country's fame,
Aims the first parricidal knife
That brands her soil with shame!
A cry for succour onward floots
Up from that southern strand,
Where in Fort Sumter, Anderson,
Clings with his little band.
We see assail'd that starving few,
And bomb shells fill the air,
'Till wreath'd in flame the hero yields,
O'erwhelm'd, exhausted, there!
And burnt on hist'ry's page in fire,
The hour of dark regret,—
When manly eyes were fore'd in tears,
To mark their proud stars set!
Maryland with excitement teems,
And fast the wires play,
Yet still her true and loyal heart,
Keeps treachery at bay!
And then we view with sadden'd gaze,
Thro' base corruption bo*ne,
The Old Dominion from our side,
By wild insurgents torn!
Beauregard heads the rebel van,
Privateers swarm the coast,
And up to guard old Washington,
Moves on a mighty host.
They come, those spirits brave and bold,
From labor, pleasure, gains,
O'er Northern hills, thro' Western roads,
And sunny Eastern plains,
They leave the cities' busy hum,
Wives, children, mothers, all
That life holds dear, without a sigh,
To meet their country's call!
Slemmer still holds Fort Pipkens fast,
While Harper's Ferry stands
A monument of ruin, wrought
By ruthless vandal hands.
Hark! from our city ringing back
Breaks forth a solemn moan,
Where frenzy gather'd in a mob,
Shoots peaceful soldiers down!
We see urged on by secret art,
A reign of terror come,
With cannon rattling thro' the streets,
The noise of fife and drum.
Bridges are blown aloft in air,
Telegraph wires cut down,
Rail Roads destroy'd, and citizens,
Order'd to leave the town!
To make our state the battle field— *
A sep'rate flag they float,
And call upon the Governor,
To let secession vote.
It will not do—Hicks firmly guards
Maryland's sacred trust, >
While anarchy rules 'round and trails
Our banner in the dust!
And then, loud indignation burns,
Re-action turns the tide—
Protection o'er us spreads broad arms,
And skulking traitors hide.
Again, our glitt'ring ensign floats,
And wild alarms all cease,
Tho' the Legislature vainly strive
TV take us out in peace,
And here, along the old year's page,
A fun'ral knell is sped, [dust
Where full hearts mourn o'er honour'd
The patriot Douglas, dead!
From Alexandria breaks a wail,
Echo'd 'neath northern skies
Where Ellsworth by a dastard blow,
Crush'd in life's morning lies!
The London Times, her L. L. D.
Across the ocean floats,
To look upon the matters here,
And take some curious notes:
England, yearning for cotton, looks
Southward with partial glance,
And pockets friendship, as she turns
From Uncle Sam askance.
Now Government in earnest works,
Blockades the southern ports,
Makes the Metropolis a camp,
And strengthens all her forts.
From seaward prizes cluster in,
And at each martial blow,
The contrabands come rushing on,
Like clouds, to Fort Monroe.
War to the knife, Rebellion shrieks,
By wrong and outrage led,
And civil carnage fiercely seeks,
Its kindred blood to shed.
Greble sinks down on Bethel's field,
And gallant Winihrop dies,
Brave Lyons in Missouri falls,
And near Potomac's rise
The noble Baker sleeps in death,
With many, round whom twine
Their country's laurels, while their names
Bright on her records shine!
Huzza! Western Virginia turns
To her allegiance back!
Kentucky nobly follows on,
While on the backward track,
Jackson with his pugnacious horde,
Forth from Missouri hies,
And shouts for brilliant exploits there,
Ring pealing to the skies.
Rosecranz steady makes advance,
Clearing Rich Mountain free,
And ever where McClellan moves
We hear of victory!
And now, one long regretful swell,
The nation's heart inspires,
As wreath'd in glory, with farewell,
Our hero, Scott, retires.
While called to fill that honour'd place,
A youthful spirit stands,
And welcomes great McClellan's skill,
To lead the Union bands!
Look out! In one gigantic chaiu,
We see the white sails gleam,
And our Naval Expedition sails,
On mission down the stream.
On Carolina breaks the shock,
And grim the battle lowers,
'Till once more wave the stars & stripes,
And Hatteras is ours!
Eletric wires in one bright flash,
Across the country dart—
And thunder back the loyal pulse
Still in the Southern heart!
Tho' outcast, crush'd by despot power,
Mid murder, rapine's reign,
Patient they wait thro' suffering's hour
To claim their own again!
While from the polls, our state redeem'd
From shame upon her cast,
Shouts, Bradford, Legislature there,
All Union, first and last! ^
Slidell & Mason, outward bound, »
Secure in mischief's play,
Have found their passage-chang'd; & pass
Where other traitors stay.
And tho' awhile our city, wrapnjd
In discord, struggled on,
We look upon her blessed with peace,
And all mad rulers gone.
The muskets stor'd in secret haunts,
To help secession's sway;
The army Metropolitan
That Kane held in array,
We find dispers'd, the Arsenal
With Sumter's compliment,
And traps with ammunition fill'd
By loyal hands are rent.
And Dodge with Government Polico,
Keeps all things straight and square,
While 'round us forth from every hill,
Bright camp fires light the air.
Like snow wreaths in a circle crown'd,
The white tents upward gleam,
While Fort McHenry stern and dark,
Keeps ward upon the stream.
A change has swept o'er Fed'ral Hill,
Where vast entrenchments rise—
There flash the Zouaves in splendid drill,
Witness'd by wond'ring eyes.
Wit, music, work, we hear resound,
And crowds by thousands swarm,
While Geddes' patent stove comes in,
To keep the brave boys warm.
We mark upon the wintry air
The thick smoke upward play,
And in one vast destructive fire,
Half Charl'ston burnt away.
England looks hostile, and her press
With bluster sounds afar,
While ships fit out for Canada,
In readiness for war.
And thus with mighty armies cast,
We view the old year thro',
And launch our bark with steady helm,
To glide thro' Sixty-Two.
The flag our craft has never lower'd,
Still flutters from the yard,
And faithful while an arm is left.
Thro' life, that sign we guard!
We help no faction, crush no rights,
Only our Country's cause
Maintain, nail'd firmly to the mast
The Constitution—Laws!
And now the Carrier with good day,
Breathes here an earnest prayer,
That reason may restore us peace,
And joy bless the year!
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THE CARRIER.
Bull & Tuttle, Steam Job Printers, Clipper Office, 134 Baltimore-St.