THE TRIBUNE.

For The New-Yorser.
THE OLD NORTHERN FINE
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nur OLD NORTHERN PINE.


sry. WESLEY HANSON


.,d.-iven forests a tall, stately Tree


p a ~; beaa spreads its arms on; all over the Free
M Lii' III; t;nd il in valley, you find il on mountain
Nv the Seas surging waves and BESIDE the WOOD
T., Mighty roots twisted and curng like snakes,
How they grasp the Eafih hesr' wneh u1o ''oiN


tempest breaks


Asit looks from the hilltop against the black SKY
How bravely il stands when the Storm hurries oy
lis head crowned with snow-tiakes or gemnn Win
-' L;h,-oin lvan.
IA ..onn,a;n. Storm beats its tough sides in
Whether Winter assault it, or glad Summer shine,
Un6aun,ed, unmoved stands the OLD NORTHERN


PINE.


Proud Tree of my Fa,herand Southern savannas
And wales are oerhung with its evergreen banners,
And away in the heart Of onr broad waving prairies
In the tons OF the Pines are the bald eagles eyries
On hill Top. in valley. all over the land,
The Pine Trees strong hearted company slaho'
Methinks see LIBERTY-Bride OF the Brave
Wyh;is be niles DER the soil oh the Flag Of the
Should aye be storm smitten, lofty Pine Tree
And the Grey Bird of Freedom with wing all divine
should scream from our flag on an OLD NoRTKERS


PINE.


When the Puritan band left the Nation of Slaves,
Their white cleaning homesteads and foreiathers


graves


When they scorned 10 obey her tyrannical laws.
And embarked in their Gods and Religions dear


cause wing
To the new Western w orld Gew each vessels white
No breeze but free one through the cordage could
On Old Plymouth Rock they first anchored in quiet,
And the cold winds Of Tyranny ceased their rude
The Mayaower clung to mighty old tree.
As she knew she was now in the Land of the Free
Ind she rested in peace, for the strong cableline
Was girt round the waist OF an OLD NORTHERN


PIsE!


And at last when the Tyrant brought over his CHAIN
He forged its red feiiers and cankod them IN vain
When the blood hounds of War tracked the feet OF


l nnr s;ras fires
And drove them away from their homes and their
Away fed the fugves, bill vale receded
The call of the nlinions OF sin was unhcedcd
a. s,yif as the deer by the hunter pursued
They Ieft the broad plain and hid fast in the wood
And while the vile stranger with blood laving eye
Looked round in the thickes,-he looked but 10 die
No word from the Patriots, look and sign.
And Death stopt his heart ncath the OLD NORTH


ERS PINE!


When the Slave left the rice .swamps of Georgia aar
Tho Moon was his lamp and bis guide Star;
with lone weary step and heart filed with dread,
tn the far Northern cline of New England he sped.
But the hunters were out they were after the Slave.
oh haste We fly onward be strong, oh, be brave!
On he sped not moment he paused in his flight,
To the North was his journey by day and by night;
On the Slavehunter came; but he passed him
The Pine Trees dense top was safe covert. ween!
Joy! Joy to the best one, glad freedom is thine
home for oppressed ones, the OLD NoRTHERN


PINE
A thousand long years the Grey Eagle he liveth,
To ten thousand storm-winds his broad wings he


giveth;-


In the top OF yon Pine Tree he built his first nest
And there do his DID, weary pinions rest
There the Eagle is born, there his young wing he


tries dies.
There he passes his years there he lives, there he
When, a thousand years old, in the cold grave he


sleepeth,
The PineTree Unwearied. its watch ever keepeth.
1t saw in its prime the Grey Eagles first flight,
And now, all unweakencd. II stands in Its might!
In thousand long years it has known no decline,
Oh, brave, mighty tree is the OLD NORTHERN


PINE!
There silence and rest mid its thick growing leaves
It is there the gold-robn his cunning nest weaves,
The whip-poor-will sings there, the turtle-dove !


broods,


And warbles her song throug the dim, eafy woods
And the Lover resorts there, his fond head recines
On the bosom he loves, meath the shade ofthe Pines
The nightingale mourns, and the Stars golden hight
GiIds the cheek of his maid through the long Sum


mcr.night; brow.
And the thick branches DER him swing soft on his
And like strange harp sings each low breathing


bough.


All In all the wide forest no bower so fine
tFor the Lover and Maid) RS the OLD NoRrHERN !


PINE
When the rPinta first crused in our bright West |


ern Sea,
In the distance came sailing broad breasted tree;
AS il came slowly borne by the wind and the tide,
T was Pine Tree abe o'cr the glad waters ride
IT was the first one TO welcome Columbus on shore !
II will stand till Columbia g remembered more,
By the Angel of DEATH when he flies DER the world,
Shall the Trees of the Forest 10 ruin be hurled
Dark, withered and dead they shall srew the cold


earth,
But the Pine Trees shall stand they We stood since


their birth;
They shall stand firm for ever Death cannot consign
To his shades the proud form Of the OLD NORTHERN


PINE!
One Of Coumbuss ships frat warned OF the ap-
prosch Of land by floating tree.
The Speakership of the House of Repre-


