Annals of Cleveland

Poetry and Poets

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1500

Cleveland Morning Leader, 4 January 1864 (12 inches) ~ See original
p.4, col.4 ~ View at ChronAm

1500 - L. Jan. 4:4/4 - The customary newspaper carriers' New Year's greeting
to patrons, which is usually composed in verse by one of the staff, and for
which the carriers receive tips, was as follows:
"To the long vista of the lengthening past
Old Time has added, now, another stride;
Another year, whose full-fraught days have raised
A glorious gnomon, which as ages glide
Down their smooth pathway, shall forever throw
Across the track by which the world moves on
A radiant glory, whose bright mark shall win,
From the pale student of the days to come
As pours he, over the story of our time;
Such words of praise of great and noble deeds
Done for a country or for human weal,
Bave ever won...." (12)

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*Poetry & Poets

1502

Cleveland Morning Leader, 4 August 1864 (5 inches) ~ See original
p.3, col.2 ~ View at ChronAm

1502 - L. Aug. 4:3/2 - "My Baby"
by Mrs. Harriet E. Francis
"In the grave, in the grave -
The rain drips from the sky
Sinking through the dark brown mould
To where my baby doth lie.
Pretty baby, soft and fair
Round cheeks and wavy hair,
Darling one!" (5)

Index terms:

Francis, Mrs. Harriet E.; "My Baby" (poem)

1503

Cleveland Morning Leader, 6 August 1864 (2 inches) ~ See original
p.3, col.2 ~ View at ChronAm

1503 - L. Aug. 6:3/2 - "The Heart of the War"
By J. C. Holland
"Peace in the clover scented air
And stars within the dome;
And underneath, in dim repose,
A plain New England home.
Within, a murmur of low tones
And sighs from hearts oppressed,
Merging in prayer, at last, that brings,
The balm of silent rest." (2)

Index terms:

"Heart of the War, The" (poem); Holland, J. C. (poet)

1504

Cleveland Morning Leader, 25 November 1864 (2 inches) ~ See original
p.1, col.2 ~ View at ChronAm

1504 - H Nov. 25: 1/2 - THANKSGIWING
By
- Mrs. E. G. Army -
"Come forth, come forth, to the festal board
As our sires were wont in the days of old;
The reapers are home with their harvest hoard,
The herds have hied to their wintry fold;
And the cullers of fruit our vaults have stored
With the wealth of the orchard's freight of gold."
(ten more stanzas)
(2)

Index terms:

Army, Mrs. E. G. (author); "Thanksgiving" (poem)