E«ad at the Forty-second AnniverBary of the Columhia Typographical Society,
January 17, 1867, by Ihomab C Conhollt, Esq.
Darkness enshrouded earth.;

And yet the sun poured undiminished light,
And myriad stars illumed the dome of night,

And the oft-coming moon
Renewed the lovely wonder of her birth.
And still was fairer, till her beauty's noon
Became angelic : — yet the earth was dark.
Or, only at far intervals, a spark,
Feeble and tremulous, responsive shone

To all Heaven's glory !

Alas, the sad, sad story.
The wrong, the misery, to darkness known !
Unrecognized as brother,

With hatred man met man ;
And Superstition cried : " Destroy each other !"

And led the murderous van !

What if the sun shine from his proudest height ?
What if the moon and stars make fair the night ? —

If the great world of Mind

In darkness be confined —
There is no light !



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Break througli the ancient walls !
Regard no menace — Lo ! the Tyrant falls

Dead, if defied !
Rush, resolutely on ! In yonder cell

Knowledge is bound in chains !
Let her be free ! Let her go forth and tell

Glad tidings ! Knowledge is the Heaven-sent bride
The World is longing for ; and her increase
Shall be Religion, Freedom, Love, and Peace I

Darkness retires ;

From hill to hill leap the electric fires : —

Where yet a shade remains,
Unweariedly the Press, with giant might.
Ever, forever,
Darts inexhaustible, all-glorious light,

Forever !



Miss Pollt Marshall, of the Aikebioah Theatre.
Whether tragic she, or jolly,
Where's the like of " Pretty Polly?"

Music rises — see ! she dances !
Sunlight in her sportive glances.
