The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1847-01-21
From tho Gem Of the Prairie.
THE FLAGSHIP OF EVEN. VEN us

II lieh lust there in The offing Of Heaven,
Awaiting the flag ut the window IF even;
10! the signal OF crimson and gold is unfurled,
And it hingeth glory that 1lushcth the world
No note of artillery smiteth the car;
So calm you might catch e'cu the fall of tear;
A moment, that banner burns bright on the sky
A moment its beauty hath lighted the eye
4 moment lis glory and beauty are fled
The yellow tress'd DAY (full Of hopes SOY is dead
Behold! now inrout in the harbor of Heaven
signal-light streams from the Fiag-Stu' # Lren.
Her silver-lull'd anchor, so steady and true,
Now upheayed from the deep, hangs dripping with
blue;
Her cable of crystal--a sunbeam each spar
In the deep dance the doubles of Evcn's FlagStar.
Her sails wet with olory-hcr cordage of light,
Oh bravcy she rides Oh the pillows Of night
Her bows to the breakers she steadily turns,
How brightly the LIGHT of her pinnacle burns:-
Those breakers that beat on the shores OF cur earth
Like the pulse of an infant awakening to birth
As trembles the moon thro' the rack of the storm
so hard by the helm, 10 fancy form
A form like an angel, with tremul0us wings
A look deep and tender--a vision that brings
A tear TO the eye and a pang to the heart,
For the dear saintcd ONE, that | lived as part
four being, Death itself could not sever,
Still shrncd in the SOUL and enshrined there for
ever,
OH child of my dreams.-Indweller Of Heaven
/ see the now guiding the Flag Star Of Even!
OH that Flag Star Of Even ! would itwere mine
70 leave this dull port and become one otthine!
Not breath moves strcamer or rattles a stroud,
On she comes like the MORMON she comes like "A
cloud!
No crashing fbrcal,ors-no thunder Of bill0w-
ga she comes thro the clear azure sea of the ether
from Gods throne return to Earth's cradle be-
meath her.
AZ the form of cloud on the water beneath,
A5tho dim rtLe mirror Just touched by q breath,
$50 silently on through the motionless Heaven
70 die gates Of the West sweeps the Flag-S.ar
Der the Heaven bathd hills, on the verge Of t5c
Ger the tremulous forests, her sails all uHftrNd,
She rides on the surge that breaks from the Shore
She comes All. she Na1er5-And neafs US no
more!
Har2l soft tomine eartrom the Flag-star Of Even
The sweet and unwritten IONlC% Of Heaven
Like the football Of Thought il the halls of the SOUL
Like the coming Of twilight, upoa me it stole
Like the music Of wings it filled all the air.
And knew in my soul SPIRIT was thera
As glistens the dew in the heart Of the flower,
SO deep in ma heart lies the thought Of that hour.
When the breath Of Lies fever shall Uither the
will,
Yet that thought in my heart will elingering STILL
When the fingers of care weave thoms in my Pill
low,
Like lilies there still on the breast Of the billow,
II will heave on my bosom safe moored in the
Where the waters Of Feeling Ger sparkle 6. sleep!
When LIES shadows grow long, it will lngcr there
yet,
Like a star in mid heaven that never can set.
OH vision immortal! wherever thou art,
Magnetic to thee turns the thought Of my heart,
When the pillows Of Morn break bright on the air,
On the breast of the brightest my Angel Is there
] have oft seen her threading the island-t flood,
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