Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1844-05-23

iron threshold of the lofty temple consscrated
10 fame
The guardian angel gazes from the shadow
that enwraps lis existence upoI another scene.
In wids and lofty hall spanned by mag
nifcent ceiling, enriched with the triumphs of
architecture, with the morning sun shining
through colossal windows, = strange ihroug of
men are gathered, sitting in solemn dehsra-
tons on the fate and destiny Of their land
From the north and the south. from The green
Savannah and the ice-capped mountain, from
the oceanshore of the east, aud the rolling
prairie Of the west, these men have hastensd
The chosen Representatives ol free and mighty
people.
The matter in council is of fearful moment-
War or Peace Here are men whose cry Is
ever-Peace- though the decks of our vessels
are desecralsd by The footsteps of British out
rage, though our flag is flung dshonored in the
dust by British hands, though our borders are
startled by tbs roar oi the British Lion, though
our national fame is loaded with scorn, our
rights troadsn 10 the EARTH our liberties violated,
the religion of our republican, faith blasphemed,
all in The name of the Britain, crying God aud
ST. George 10 the rescus, still The cry OF these
men with side-lons looks and lowering brOws
is-Peace, Peace. al every risk and all hazards
Peace.
Others there are with honest hearts and firm
hands who dread war. They rise Oh that
Representative ileor and depict the evils of
continental war, the lown laid In ashes, the
field desolated, the valley made waste. natlon-
al commerce destroyed. the wide land crowded
by the bodies of the dead. The great Heaven
lurever blackened by The smoke Of Inc fght
All is doubt, di,union and dismay Doubt
while the armamsnls OF Britain throng The seas
disunion while tho red-coat armies are i'll our
very borders, dismay while the first roar of the
blood stained Lion, whose proud threat felt the
laons of our Eagle In tho year 'S3. diSInay
while the first roar of the Bfl,h Lion lhunders
in our ears.
Now guardian an.sl--!ook well upon your
charge!
Wsile all is doubt, disunien and dismay. a
Leg islalor fresh from the ranks OF the people,
arises in his place, and speaks his word of coua-
Gil. Tall, slnewy and guant in form, his man
nsr displays the man of education, but gaze
upon his face. Can you tell the meaning of
that full grey eye, can you read the mystery OF
that towering brow Speaks the wide mouth
with compressed lips of vaclllaling or deter
mined mind, speaks the full voice OF an orator
whose cry is ever, Peace, or of the palrio; whose
liturgy Of national faith and hope and honor is
compressed in The Saskatchewan
He speaks for War Aye with his proud
form raised Ia lis full height, with his grey eye
burning like living coal, with his forehead all
radiant with mighty mind, he speaks for War!
I War for our national honor, War for our nation.
al wrongs, War in The name of the past, War a,
every rsk and at all hazard-War!
| His words ring echoing through the hail.
! The irsiiickers IN na,lunal honor hang their
head, IA shame, the doubtful start aside with
surprise, exclaiming in wonders this the
young backwoodsman of the West-lhe fearful
raise their voices with The voice of the oraiol
and he cry rings io he very ceilng--in Gods
name give us War!
Now GUARDIAN ANGEL look upon youi
mighty WARD aud smile Lock upon the sd
vocale of national honor, standing boldly erec
/ in that Represenative Hall, and as you look
tell us Is THIS The Young backwoodsman of the
West, Is his The orphan orator of the rustic log
house, IL This The stranger whose mother ant
father sleep under the green sod OF Hanover
There came another day, when doubt pos
sessed the council hall of the nation. bant
0l brave men were s,rugg ling in far land 70
freedom, struggling against Turk and Christian
combined in one unholy league Of wrong, slrug
Cling over the green graves of their fathers, IN
der The shadow Of mighty temples consecraret
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