Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-02-20
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shall stretch shill Stretch from world ta world
As electrical light from each star to each star
Making luminous harmony deathess as Time,
o, how man viii exult when the Fione Spirit aes
Ger my frame by the deep ocean-biilow enshFinod,
As the thunder itself crouehes down to his mind.
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Aye the stormend may stamp the halls Of the sea,
And The leyin-lnlt cleaye for the vessel grave sr
And the king OF the hurricane shout as he iiits
To far thirsty armament drnu ghts OF the wave
But I'll laugh as hear all the battle above, . B.
still Ms calm as a lord Of the wave in my lair,
Where the seas soft pulses alone eau be felt, Itl
Keeping time to my own like destiny there. -
What triumph shall swell through my wonderful Frame
AS feel Ger it dashng the thought Of some Soul,
Over nations to hold undispu ted Scontroi4-1
Or TO bend on the broad realm Of sciencean eye al.
That shall firmly hut rcvctcn through her deep pierce
Seeing God from the roots Of Eternitys tree ts rr
blossom out In the stars Of Ills vast Universe.
What Wild awful horror will glance through my nerve
As the stories Of eartlrshaking battle-delds ay-
With the Of the conquerors bathing in blood,
Aud slaughtered who sleep the wounded who
But gladness as sweetas that Bethlehem hymn
r, shall be mine when feel through ny sad bosom cart
God is planting His brow on Humanity's heart m
Would on know other joys that are destined for mpl
Then but measure the mauv-hued souls Of your race
With their hopes and their fears like mystical tune,
| Making tsc1rd or melody over all space
| Now bathing the iyy-wreathed tomb with its tears
| Now filling with laughter Lies roseate bowers,
Now counting each slow-croeping moment by clouds,
Now crovning its fast aceting Iehead with flowers.
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shall wait shall wait for the lover a&r, .s.t
! Who is severed by pittiless Fate from his own:
How his message shall burn with some beautiful word
| Telling vet that he lives from his pgbted alonel
| What boundless bright Eden shall glow In line,
| But single sweet line, for her womanly SOUL
And. oh, as speak it, what innocent Joy
anirrsdiate my glorious goal! 70
! VII.
7 will be mue 7 will 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 inscrbe mid the stars in Eternity's dome;
Yes, by me shall the poor, palid wanderer tell
To some hearts far away in the land Of his birth,
That he lives, still he lives with the hope of return
To the spot that for him is the dearest on Earth.
VIII.
But you ask "wnt the messages through Ocean lashet
| Will forever be brightest, submest to me,
While the giant companion Of Time shall stretch
On the cam-coral path Of of deep-rolling sea."
Ones the message that tells of down-trodden elm
Seeing triumph again her banners unfurled-
And 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 heathcnish night,
And with music from Zions oracle learned,
Marches up to the heavenly mountains of light,
What a Worship shall swell its hosannahs aroundi
What a sun-burst shall fall on some prophecy old
, Till then in the eyes oflcng centuries lay
! With meaning too vast to be ever unrolledl d.
Then I'll stretch then I'll stretch from each cline to
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