THE TRIBUNE.

From the Ohio State Journal.
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MY BOY
IHAyE a little bright haired boy.
With eyes OF blue-bell hne.
And cheeks as velvety and fresh
AS roses bathed with dew.
His lips asf fragrant seem to r,inc.
As strawberries in May;
And with lisping voice he sings.


Hurra hurra for CLAY
Three summers only hath he seen,


And when bear bis voice,
go full OF melody and glee,


1t makes my heart rejoice.
BE sings full many merry tune


And old familiar way,
But 'mong them al ne loves the oes''


To sing hurra for CLAY
One said 10 him. Don't sing that song
Nv boy: Z quite too late
Hurrah for Polk and Dallas now


For Clay is out OF date.
The boy looked up perplexed ahd sad'


Asif he meant TO say.
he 8 COOP, and Imay sing for him.


Hurra hurra for CLAY.
Yes. child he is as worthy now
As IN his palmiest days,
When voices joined the shout and song
Is That now forget TO raise:
z Those voices will be heard again,
And join some other day
As loud as long, as bold and free


AS when they sang for CLAY.
But will teach thee. darling boy,


If am spared by fate.
That noble deeds and daring truth


Arc never oot Of da,e;
And teach thy infan, lips to sing


The world say what it may
Another, and as great name,


The name Of CAsslUs CLAY.
And when thou CONS st to be man,


Oh may my guerdon be,
To see thee firm and fearles stand


The friend Of Liberty.
The champion Of the poor Oppressed,


Owning no tyrant's sway,
Fer struggling for thy country veal -
AS true as CAssIUs CLAY.