New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-09-13

And bope and fear, desire, love, JOY, ana sofro"'
Wait meath Sleeps do"ny WINGS 'he COMING 'no'
Peace ON the earth. proioundest peace in Heaven
Praises The God OF Peace by whom It's given
But bark! the woody depths Of green
Begin TO STIR,
Light breuths of lie creep fresh between
Oak, beech and fir:
Faint rus,;ng sounds ottrem5ling leaves
Whisper around,
The world at waking slowly heaves
A sigh profound,
And showers OF tears, nglIt-gathered in her eyes,
Fall from fair Natures face "a she doth rise.
ripple roughens on the lake.
The silver lilies shiysr;ng wake,
The leaden waves lit themselves up, and break
Along the iaurelled shore;
And woods aud waers, answering each other, make
Silence no more.
And 10 the East turns pale
Nights dusky veil
Thinner and thinner grows;
Till the brgh, morning star,
From hill to hill aiar,
His FIRE glance throws
Gold streaks run tliro The sky;
Higher and VET more high
Tue glory streams;
Flashes OF rosy hue,
Long lines of pelest blue,
And amber CLEANS,
From tine blnck valleys rise;
The silver nists like spray
Catch and give back the ray
With thousand dyes:
Light floods Inc Heavens, light pours upon the eari
In glorious light the glorious day takes BIRTH
Hail 10 this day! that brings We home,
Ye distant wanderers from the mountain-iand,
Hail 10 this hour that bids We come
Again upon your native hills TO stand.
Hail, hail from rocky peak,
and northumberland dale,
A thousand loving voices speak,
Hail hone-turned pilgrims. hail
Oh, welcome from the meadow and the hill
Glad greetings rise;
From flowing river and from bounding rill,
Bright level lake, ard dark green wood-depths still
And the sharp sphnercd cIug, that Strikes
Its rocky spikes
Iliv tue skies.
Greylock, cloud-gr0led, from ms purple throne,
a voice OF welcome sends,
And from green, sunny hills a war5ling tone
The houshtOnc blends.
Welcome We absent long, and distant far
Who, from the rooC.tree OF your childhood turned,
Have wnged mid strangers Lies relentless war,
While your hearts the ancicnJhone-lOye burned.
ie that have poughed the barrrn, briny loan,
Reapius hard fortunes from the stormy sen,
The golden grain-iields ripping round your home,
Roll their rich blows from all tempasts free,
Ye from those Western, deadly blooming fields
Where Pes,lence in Plenty's bosom lies,
The hardy rock soii 0 your mountain Yields
Hraith's rosy blossoms TO these purer skies.
And ye, who on tn accursed Southern plain,
Barren, not fruitful, with the sweat of slaves,
Have drawn awhile The tainted air in pain,
Mid human forms, their spirits living graves;
ere fall the letters: by his cottage door,
Lord of the ordest life, each peasant stands
itting to God, as did his sires Of yore,
A heart Of love- and free, aborious hands.
On each bald granite brow, and forest crest
Each stony hl-path and each aks' 5 smooth shore,
Blessings Of noble, exed patriots rest
Liberty 8 affairs they eveimore.
And on this air, there fingers Yet the tone
Ofthose last sacred words to Freedom gwen,
The mighrest ulterance OF that holy one
Whose spirfrom these mountains SCARED 10 heaven.
Ye that have prospered, bearing hence with We
The virtues that command prosperity;
To the green threshold OF your YOUTH oh come
And hang your trophies round your early home.
Ye tha, have suffered, and whose weary eyes
Have turned with sadness To your happier years,
Come 10 the fountain of sweet memories.
Aud by its healing waters dry your tears.
Ye that departed young, and old return,
Ye who led forth by hope-now hopeless come
II still unquench'd, within your hearts doth burn
The sacred love and longing for your home;
Hail haiti
Bright hill and dale
With JOY resound.
JON in the joyful strain!
20. We have not wept IN vain,
The parted meet again,
The lost shall Vet be found
And NAV God guard thee, oh thou lovely land
Danger nor evil nigh thy borders come;
Green towers of Freedom may thy hills sull s;and
Still be each valley Peace and Virtues home:
The strangers grateful blessing rest on thee,
And firm as Heaven be thy prosperity.