Hither with axe and plow; (Carry the stripes and stars!) Come with the faith and the vow Of patriots wearing your scars Like trophies, upon the victorious breast,-- Noblemen! wend to the West! Load your rude wagon with your scanty goods And drive to the plentiful woods; Your wheels as they rumble shall scare The fleet-footed deer from the road, And waken the sulky brown bear In his long unmolested abode; The Redman shall gaze in dumb fear At the wain of the strange pioneer, His barbarous eyes vainly spell The capital letters which tell That the White-foot is bound For the good hunting-ground Where the buffaloes dwell. To the Ohio Country, move on! Bring your brain and your brawn (Some books of the best, Pack into the chest!) Bring your wives and your sons, Your maidens and lisping ones; Your trust in God bring; Choose a spot by a spring, And build you a castle--a throne, A palace of logs--but your own! Happy the new-born child Nursed in the greenwood wild; Though his cradle be only a trough, Account him well off; For born to the purple is he, The proud royal robe of the Free! For the latest time is the best, And the happiest place is the West, Where man shall establish anew Things excellent, beautiful, true! THE TEACHER’S DREAM. The weary teacher sat alone, While twilight gathered on: And not a sound was heard around, The boys and girls were gone. The weary teacher sat alone, Unnerved and pale was he; Bowed by a yoke of care he spoke In sad soliloquy: “Another round, another round Of labor thrown away, Another chain of toil and pain Dragged through a tedious day. “Of no avail is constant zeal, Love’s sacrifice is loss, The hopes of morn, so golden, turn, Each evening, into dross. “I squander on a barren field My strength, my life, my all; The seeds I sow will never grow, They perish where they fall.” He sighed, and low upon his hands His aching brow he prest, And like a spell upon him fell A soothing sense of rest. Ere long he lifted drowsy eyes, When, on his startled view, The room by strange and sudden change To vast proportions grew! It seemed a senate house, and one Addressed a listening throng; Each burning word all bosoms stirred, Applause rose loud and long. The wildered teacher thought he knew The speaker’s voice and look, “And for his name,” said he, “the same Is in my record-book.” The stately congress hall dissolved, A church rose in its place, Wherein there stood a man of God, Dispensing words of grace.