PoETIoAL FoUNT

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For the Washingtonian.
OH! GO TO THE HILL SIDE.
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BY z. c. j., OF GEORGETOWN.


Oh! go to the hill side, and when the wave,
Is leaping forth from its hidden cave,
Then drink, while thy heart shall rise to heaven,
That blessed stream, by thy maker given.
Give rosy wine 10 the debauchee,


But the water bright let it be for thee,
When the arm is worn, and the frame is weak,
And labor's dew is upon thy cheek;
And thou lay for season the hammer by,
And the rule, and plane. on the workbench lie,
From the ample jug let the winter pour,
And nerve, and sinew, are thine once more.
Would you bow in chains to ruthless king
Would you see your prospects whitening? H
Would you grieve the heart you have knet to gainl
Would you plant in your pillow thorn Of pain
And scornd alike, by the good and brave,
Repose, at last, in drunkards grave?
Oh! no, my brother, then rouse thee up,
And war proclaim with the deadly cup;
To the pledge away, and enroll thy name,
On tho tablet bright of undying famc
And then go forth with manly brow,
And keep, till death, your ennoblng VOW.