Litchfield Enquirer

POETRY
From the Hagerstown Torch-Light.

TURNING TO CLAY.
You may travel the road from Missouri to Maine,
If 'twere all the way fenced 'twould make a long lane;
Yet from one end to the other you'll find every day
Men, women and children are turning to Clay.
The people now see there's a Star in the West,
On whose influence and power the country may rest;
Would you have it to rise and its influence display,
There's naught will effect it but turning to Clay.
Even Martin Van Buren, who by cunning and trickery
Thinks to ride into power on the back of Old Hickory,
His schemes will all fail, and at some distant day
The old King of Terrors will turn him to Clay.
John Caldwell Calhoun, who presides in the Senate,
And insists he has no right to keep order in it-
His vaulting ambition has led him astray.
He'll be cool, calm & silent, when he's turned to Clay.
The bold Northern Lion, who once shook his mane,
And broke all the threads in the story of Hayne,
In the Cabinet, perhaps, his great power may display,
If the country goes on thus in turning to Clay.
Though our national glory awhile may be veiled,
And our rulers still act with their reason concealed,
Those dark deeds will, ere long, be all wiped away.
As truth shall prevail, and we all turn to Clay
Then may the old Hero (I wish him no harm)
Retire in good health and in peace to his farm-
Look into himself, and prepare for the day,
When he will be call'd on and must turn to Clay.