Ypsilanti sentinel. [volume] (Ypsilanti, Washtenaw Co., Mich.) 1843-1900, 1847-07-14
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blessings Of heaven to rest on you and yours,
''stand by the Union" at is to that union that
we owe our importance at home and our con-
ssderatioh sS7oaA."
'Forever float that standard sheet
When breathes the foe, but falls before Us
With Freedom 3 soil beneath our feet
And Freedom's banner floating DER u.s."
Under that gorgeous banner-s'the only
thing American that will bear stripes"-we
have passed a century of prosperity and power,
il has conducted US gloriously through t&o
bloody wars, and perhaps noU waves high AMI
wide over the "Halls of the Montezumas.
Then rally round that glorious banner aad with
determined fortitude, soleiAnly sworn that our
proud bid of Jove,' shall never stoop under in
suit, that no bright star shall ever be blotted
from its blue armament.
Venerable man! to your experienced vision,
the presence of this assemblage is new eyeHsr,.
You have Ibis day heard the roar of cannon
not as you were wont to hear 1t, in the heat
and dust of battle. You have seen the flag of
your country flung out upon the breeze, not torn
with bullets nor waving over fields of blood
all now is peace, and you have come up this day
that you might receive the thanks and gratitude
Of The nation. Your solitary Bowed form, mour-.
fully reminds us that time in his aivaneiha
course, has swept your comrades, one bv one
t. the silent tomb, & the places that knew
them, now knows them no more forever
Those who stood shoulder to shoulder with you
In the strife and turmoil of war, are gr.e To
join the chieftain you all 50 tenderly loved in
the Island of spirits" You mist 3 ssioin Il e
lnnusnerable caravan that moves to the pale
realms of shade" Your morning reseiIe of
life beat high with hope of honor & glo:y, that
hcPe has not failed you, fortunate in your birth
you became the defender of your country an
your country now honors you. VIII your
declining sun shall sink at last, when the eve:
ming TATTOO shall beat, may 1t find you with Your
"knapsack slung" ready to join the brave men
who fell sacrifices to the names of Freedom, on
the altar of Liberty,
Cherish then, fellow citizens, the prsicipfes
of our forefathers, protect and defend he sstred
trust they have resigned to your guardian care
with sleepless eye and untiring violence. R.
member that life is worthless without Freedom
Freedom without education and virtue, but
RIGHTEOUSNESS.
call upon you, mothers, TO emulate the he
foic fortitude and virtue of the heroines of 70;
teach your offspring to venerate the virtues of
its Patriots OF old, I'd initiate their glorious
deeds. lis net from you that danger to our
liberties may ever be expected-the sympath-
zng spirit of woman-"Gods first, best gift to
man'-has Away been found with the down:
trodden and oppressed, those who are 'evef lat
at the cross and first at the sepulchte," viii,
never by their Influence or counsel, stain the
escutcheon of the couitry.
And call upon you Fathers, to preserve un-s
impaired the rights and liberties of your coun-
try; the surest way to instruct the youthful
mind is by example--let your example be with:
,ch nd hu 4
will be worthy of their country and their free
dom:
l call Upon you old nien, for your players and
your benedlctions-the varied SCIENCES of youf
life are drawing to close and with gray hairs
cometh wisdom. Instruct us then in the way
we should 60, counsel US in our doubts and
perplexities and watch over us in orr onward
progress, as the fond mothers watcheth the totz
tering steps of feeble infancy.
And l call upon you young men, to remember
whose sons you are. Remember the hi gh her.
itage of freedom soon to be left YOU, by gen.
efdds country: Those who are now upon the
stage of life will soon retire to make way for
you. Our Magistrates, Our Legislator,
Our Governors and our great men, will soon
give place to those who in the cloister like
Stiffness of the camp, will soon hear the sum-
mons to the battle field of life. Come strong
JoF Hc COntcSss anu ". IL you u2hC tnS
getic spirit of youth
"In the worlds broad field of battle
In the bivonac of life
Be not like dumb driren cattle
Be hero in the strife.
Art is long, aid time is fleeing
And our hearts though stout and brave
Still like muffled drums beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
Trust no future, how'st pleasant
Let the dead past, bury its dead
Att-act in the living present
Heart within and God oer'head
Lives of great men all remind US
We can make our lives sublime
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints ON the sands of time.
Footprints, that perhaps another
Sailing DER lifes solumn main
A forlorn and shpwrecked brother
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be mp and doing
With heart for any fate
Still achieving, still persung
Learn to labor, learn to wait