The daily union. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1845-1857, 1847-03-12
MARTHA.

communicated
The following is from the gifted pen of Captain Geo,
w Cutter, now officer in the volunteer corps fran
Kentucky, in Mexico His productions all breathe M
only the pure spirit OF poetry but the ardent fire Of m
tons of the day His wife--the late Mrs A. Drake.
Cincinnati lady of talents and reputaon--is now on
visit to Washington and the eastern Cities with view
Of obtaining subscribers for the publication Of his poems
hope generous public will aid her in her efforts Wills
her husband is fighting the battles Of his country in an
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ny G. W. CUTTER.
Tho many and bright are the stars that appear
In the flag by our country nnfnrrd, r
And the stripes that swelling ia majesty there
Like rainbow adjoining the world,
Their light is unsuled those in the sky,
BY deed that our fathers have done,
And they're leagucd in as true and as holy a tie
In that motto of "MANY IN ONE"
From the ho,ir when those patriots fearessly flung
Their banner Of starlight abroad,
Ever true to themselves, to that motto they clung
AS they chung to the promise OF God
BY the bayonet trac'd at the midnight of war,
On the fields where our glory was won '
Oh perish the heart the hand that would mar
That motto OF "MANY oNE.'
Mid the smoke of the conflict the cannons deep roar
How oft il hath gathered renown,
While those stars were reflected in rivers OF gore.
And tho few were the lights in the gloom of that hour
;, Yet the hearts that were striking below,
Had God for their bulwark and truth for their power
And they stopp'd not TO number the foe.
From where our green mountan-ops blend with the sky
And the giant st. Lawrence is rolld,
To The waves where the ban,y, Hesperdeslie,
Like the dream of some prophet or old,
They conquered! and, dying bequeathed our care
Not this bolndless dominion alone,
But that banner, whose loneliness hallows the air
And their motto Of" MANY IN ONE"
We are many in one, while there glitters a star
In the blue OF the heavens above -,
And tyrants shall quail mid their dungeons afar,
When they gaze on that motto OF love.
1t shall CLEAN DER tho mid the bolts of the storm
Over tempest. and battle and wreck
And flame where our guns with their thunder grow
warm
Meath the blood on the slippery deck.
The oppressed of the earth to that standard shall fly
Wherever its folds shall be spread
And the exile shall feel ',is his own native sky
Where its stars shall float over his head.
And those stars shall increase till the uness of time,
Its millions of cycles have run, ut
Till the world shall have wec omed their mission sublime
And the nations of earth shall be
Tho the old Allegheny may tower to heaven
And the father OF waters divide,
The links OF our destiny cannot be riven,
While the truth OF those words shall abide
Then, oh !! let them glow each helmet and brand
Tho our blood like rivers should run;
Divide as we may in our own native land,
To the rest of the world WE ARE ONE
Then up with our flag let it stream the air
Tho our fathers are cold in their graves,
They had hands that could strike, they had souls that
could dare,
And their not born to be slaves.
Up! up! with that HAMMER, where e'er il may call,
Our millions shall rally around, .
And a nation OF FREEMEN that moment shalt fall
When its stars shall be traed OH the ground.