Cincinnati's Centennial

Out from the cycles of ages,And one hundred golden years,Glad peans of praise from the sagesAre filling the hemispheres;The air is full of rejoicings,For the city's century birth,And a crown of glory is restingUpon the brow of old Mother Earth,Who has yielded her corn and vintageWithout stint; and a loving handThat is laid with blessing upon the ageOf Ohio's fair, proud land.Around her beautiful valleysThe majestic river flows,That onward with laughter and salliesIts bountiful gift bestows.The crafts still come to us ladenWith the spoils of garnered years,As they float on her bosom that bears the traceOf a century's hopes and fears.All around and about usAre marks of skillful hands;Fair daughters and sons of WisdomHave competed with other lands,And distanced them oft, in climbingTo the highest round in fame;While memory's bells are chimingAnd ringing the cherished name.Shout aloud and rejoice;Let Bacchus now bringHis choicest of wines to her feet,And pouring them o'erWith uplifted voice,The Queen City's praises repeat.The thirst of her muses Aganippi shall quench,As they herald the city in songs,While Clio, proud, from her bosom will wrenchThe history that to it belongs.Laugh aloud with wild glee,Sing, and fill up your bowl,Let toasts to her prowess arise;May love enter in, and so on to the goalOf the beauty in fair woman's eyes.Ceres and Flora, their trophies will bringAnd garland the city anew,While 'round her the glory and honor doth cling,Cincinnati—so brave and so true.May laces and webs, from the looms of the landOf the Orient, whose sun gilds our own,Be lovingly sent, and with fair, lavish hand,About her proud shoulders be thrown.The pearl, and the ruby, and diamond shall gleamFrom the sheen of her satin-like hair.While over all, like a fairy dream,Shall linger the soft summer air.Ho! Comus, make merry, and lend us your artTo gild all the joys of the hour,Bid cankering care make haste and depart,Ere the dew-drop shall rest on the flower.To gentle Melpomene, a gracious adieu,Who has guided the pen for this hour,While with heart all intense, and smiles we renewAnd welcome the century with power.