New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1857-02-16
Neh 0rlsans 4aiIp Crtsttnt.
Song of the Sub-Marine Telegraph Be-
tween America and Europe.
BY WIN. ROSS WALLACE.

shall stretch shall stretch from world to world,
As electrical light from each star to each star
Making luminous harmony, deathess as Time,
In the great orbs that people the Heavens afar.
o, how man will exult when the Flame Spirit flies
Der my frame by the deep ocean bilow enshrined,
While he feels only less than the God Of those orbs
As the thunder itself crouches down to his mind.
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Aye, the Storm.fend may stamp on the halls of the
And.the levenbolt cleave for the vessel grave,
And the King of the hurricane shout as he lifts
To far thirsty armament draughts Of the wave
But I'll laugh as hear all the battle above,
Still as calm as lord of the wave in my lair,
Where the seas softest pulses alone can be felt, -
Keeping time to my own like a destiny there. ~ -
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What triumph shall swell through my wonderful
As feel DER it flashing the thought Of some soul
That is fixed like sun in its own quiet might ..
Over the nations to hold undisputed control @
Or to bend on the broad realm of science an eye
That shall firmly, but reverent, through her deep
Seeing God from the roots Of Eternity's tree
Blossom out in the stars Of His vast Universe
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What wild, awful horror will glance through my
As the stories of earth shaking battle-fields fly
With the of the conquerors bathing in blood,
And the slaughtered who sleep, and the wounded
who die; ..4g-r r,.g+s
But gladness as sweet as that Bethlehem hymn
Shall be mine when feel through my sad bosom
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That one blessed word of "Peace," and 1 utter-at
God is planting His bow on Humanitys heart.
Would you know other joys that destined for me
Then but measure the many hued souls of your race
With their hopes and their fears like mystical tune
~ Making dscord or melody over all space.
Now bathing the ivy-wreathed tomb with its tears,
Now filling with laughter LIES roseate bowers,
Now counting each slow creeping moment by clouds,
Now browning its fast aeeting forehead with flowers.
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I shall wait, 1 shall wait for the lover affair."
Who is severed by pitiess Fate from his own:
How his message shall burn with some beautiful word
Telling yet that he lives for his plghted alone j!
What boundless bright Eden shall glow in a line
But single sweet line for her womanly soul
And oh, as speak it, what innocent joy
Shall irradiate over my glorious goal
VII
Twill be mine, twill be mine for the exile to speak
The poor exile by tyranny, hurled from his home
For some high, noble deed the Elect Ones of Earth
Would inscribe mid the stars in Eternity's dome:
Yes, by me shall the poor. pallid wanderer tell
To some hearts far away in the land Of his birth
That he lives still he lives with the hopes of return
To the spot that for him is the dearest Earth.
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flashed, 1F .a.t"45n H'SHE-
Will forever be brightest sublimest to me, .
While the giant companion of Time shall stretch
On the calm coral path Of the deep rolling sea 2"
| Ones the message that tells of some doWntrodden
cline
| Seeing triumph again on her banners unfured-
And l know that blest Freedom must yet thunder
| down
To the dust all the tyranous thrones of the world
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| And the others the message that speaks of land
That at last sees dawn on her heathensh night,
! And with music from lions own oracle learned,
Marches up to the heavenly mountains of light,
/ What worship shall swell its hosannahs around!
/ What sHnburst shall fall on some prophecy old
| That till then in the eyes of long centures lay
With meaning too vast to be ever unrolled
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Then I'll stretch then I'll stretch from each cline
i each cline, 1871
: As electrical light from each star to each star
Making luminous harmony, deathless as Time
In the great orbs that people the Heavens afar-
While the hearts Of the Continents, raised from
spair,
Feel the mad roar of trumpets at battle shall ceas
And the Earth summer on through the Edens of al
With her broad bosom filled with the of Peace