Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1849-01-18

Where bleak New-E England boards her northern
SHOWS,
From shores that wrestle with the northern surge
And sunny chimes, where floats the fragrant
breath
Of the magnola-blossom.
Lo they come
The peoples chosen ones, jurist and sage
The Lightning tanner, and the man whose hands
Were harden'd by the tools that earn'd his bread
All with one motive glowing filled and fused
With the same lofty purpose, Bold and firm,
They sever from the old, neglected. stock,
A branch, whose shadow, like the bonian-tree,
Shall cheer the famishcd caravans of earth;
They mould form of policy, on which
The faint and tottefing thrones of Europe fix
An envious gaze; they rear a beacon light
10 guide the cropping nations, as they breast
The flood of tyranny. Not for the love
Ofrestless change, or fired with maddening 70
For revolution, do they face the storm
Of war that tlckens round but with calm eye
Forethought, that grasps the furure in the arms
Most reverently, and in Gods holy fear,
They gave the souls deep pledge, Fortune and
life,
And sacred honor"
In each manly heart
Linger some tender menlories-by their sires
lnstlld in childhood of the Mother Land,
NVLN Tod thoir yvool- oolon;o1
When the babes sleep the savage war hoop
broke,
And the red Indian laugh'd to see the flame
Curling at midnight round their cottage lone
Such memories, mingling with the sense of
wrong,
Temper its hastv bitterness, and make
Their high. wrought resolution more sublime.
These are the heroes of our new-found world
Behold the group once more
How weighs their fame
With that which history and the harp have borne
On sounding pinions, from remotest time?
Assyria boasteth him who humbled Tyre
Her victor monarch.
Greece the clarlon SWeIlS
For him of Macedon, whose warrlor-tear
Deplor'd the narrow limits of world
Yet in a wine cup strangely plung'd his soul,
Like dssolving pearl. Stern Carthage vaunts
Hamilcal's dauntless son, and iron Rome,
Worn with her armor, rais'd the ceaseless shout
OF "Io Cesar" Scandinavian skies
e. l,tD D.
Its wild fire splendor. France how'd down to take
Her idol on her shoulders, till the blast
That swept Siverian forests blanchd his brow,
Riving his elt,made crown.
And so they dice, -
These demi-gods of earth,-and left their fame
To ravagd realms, and Slaughtered hectaombs,
And the sad record of the moUrner's tear.
But yonder heroes no rash conquest sought,
No throne usurp's, no vassal homage claimd
Nor causeless strand the shuddering earth with
bood
Yet babe the time-incrusted sceptre bow
To Liberty, who like hunter came
Fresh from our western hills.
So, mid the fields
Where industry along his furrow sings,
Mid haunts of Wealth and knowledge, still
they live,
Ard move, iilustrious, in the gifts they gave.
When meath the woodman's axe the forest falls
And, like phoenix, from its ashes springs
Some new. born city, Of their care it tells,
81. Or haply, at its baptism takes their name.
The star-cad banner, borne DER ocean blue,
To every region of this peopled globe;
Broad rivers, where the tides of Commerce roll
Unceasng streams that bind with links Of golt
Village to village; lofty domes that rise
Without the sound of hanmar stone to stone
The steeds of fire, that DER the valleys sweep;
The thought that tremblcth on the electric wires
Utter their praise, who from dark chaos drew
This fair republic.
The bold man who leads
Far from the shadow Of their native groves
His only precious treasures wife and Babes"
10 plant them where the pralTie-roses blow,
Remembered mid his western home their deed
Who gave his nation birth, and makes their lif
textbook, nightly, for his listening sons
Around the winter hearth.
Their pictured forms
Look down from halls of taste, and wake the sou
Of the young student to sublimer thought,
And nerve the patriot for his countrys veal
The child doth name them, in its murmur'
prayer.
For like Penates, meath each peaceful roof
Where freedom smiles they dwell.
1t is not fame
To prompt the patriots prayer; to cheer the to
Of letter'd statesman, and of laboring swain;
To prop the columns of nations strength.
That at each birthday, turning toward her sire
Doth take their hallow'd words upon her Inns
With iialjoy and deathless gratitude?
Is it not life
Such glorious life they live,