Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1847-09-22
From the Rose of Sharon for 1s4o.'

From the Rose of Sharon for 1910"
8" And they shall beat their swords into pillow
shares and their spears into pruning hooks; natio
shall not lift up sword against nation neither sha
they learn war any more.'-Isa. 2, A.
There sweeps rush of armies past with banner
proud and high,
And clarons watt their thrilling strains triumphan
to the sky:
No dread muntion in their ranks, no fearful stee
they bear;
No "warrior garments rolled in blood no PIANO
ply they wear;
Button each brow the olive leaf is twining fresh anc
green,
And in each lifted eye the light of peace and JOY il
| seen
And from ten thousand quivering lips there gushe,
forth the cry
Let tears be dried, let sad hearts sing the song o.
victory
Sing, by bright streams, on pleasant hills, and in
the bowers of home;
sing by the affairs and the hearths the blessed time
has come.
Our iron armor on the field lies boodless all and
crushed;
Oar marshal plumes are plucked and torn, our bat
tie thunder hushed;
Our falchions we'll to plowshares tun-the days of
strife oer
Our spears we'll beat to pruning -hooks-there shall
be war no more!"
The weary soldier sits him down upon his thresh-
hold stone
And in his arms and to his heart he clasps his
blooming 500:
soft fair cheek depressed to his. and in an upturn
ed eye
A glistcning tear melts TO a smile-hs wife is
kneelIng by;
While the aged grandsire bows his head, and his
white and silvery hair
Is blending with the sunny locks of the little pratt
tier there
The palace dome is lighted up, and its doors are
opened wide,
To welcome him who enters with his step of king
ly pride;
But there's no darkness on his brow, and in his
glance no wrath
And lifted hands are pouring flowers and blessings
on his path.
Both hut and hall are glad this hour: the city's
gilded fines,
The hamlet spires are echong to the loud and bill
Lowry strains
" Our falchions we'll to pluwshares tum-the days
of strife are Ger;
Our spears we beat to pruning hooks-there shall
be war no more!"
Gay barks with music on their decks, and pennons
to the breeze,
And silks and gold and spices rare, are out on fancy
seas:
Safely their bright prows cleave the waves: there
is no foe to fear
No murderous shot, no rude attack no vengeru
crew is near.
Where battle strobe DER ruined heaps and carnage !
shook its brand.
-,lu ieu MOOD gushed, the purple grapes and clus
tering har, est stand
And dews from bending branches drip and culver in |
the flowers,
And merry groups are rushing out from cots and
shady bowers
" There is no sword our hearths to stain, no fame
our roots TO spoil;
There are no robber bands to seize the treasures of
our toll
llo! sing ye, then, the harvest song and twist the
why leaves
And let your shining sckles laugh among the pumy
sheaves-
The falchions we'll to plowshares turn-the days
OF strife are o er;
The spears We Il turn to pruning hooks-there shall
be war no more =
Nation with nation strives no more; the golden
chain OF love,
Through the wide earth links soul to soul descend
ing from above:
The Indian. by his hundred streams, the Tartar in
his SHOWS
The Ethiop meath the burning sum- its gentle im-
pulse knows:
From every tribe in kneeing ranks, upon the 81
lent air
Up to the Throne OF Thrones, go forth the sacred
words of prayer
E" All praise to Him, Whose hand alone, Whose
own right hand hath done
This blessed work, and made the hearts of all his
children onel"
Then, like the strains Ephrata heard hymned by
the angel choir,
From every lip song breaks forth and sweeps DER
every Tyre;
The peopled mart, the temple arch, sends out the
jubilee;
1t echoes from the forest shrnes and green isles OF
the sea-
& Our falchions we'll to plowshares turn-the days
of strife are DER;
Our spears we'll beat to pruning hooks-there
shall be war no morel"
Fishes Tanned By a Child.-In quarter
Of the town of bingham known as Rocky
nook there is a pond, where little girl not
six years old who resides near the bank,
has tanned the fishes to a remarkable de-
gree. She began by throwing crumbs into