Daily national Democrat., 1860-07-06
The Fourth at the Park.

The Fourth at the Park.
At about o'clock in the afternoon, the
ceremonies began at the Park, in the presence
of large number of people, by an eloquent
prayer from the Rev Mr. Walsworth. After
which there was excellent music by the ia
nous Niolinist, John Kelley, and an efficient
support. Mr.. f. Hamilton and his two
talented daughters sang several national airs
with telling effect The Declaration of Inde
pendence was then read by Mr.. w. H. Wick
ersham in a strong, unaffected and impressive
style After which the following spirited
poem was read by Hon. j. o. Goodwin:
As years successive roll away
Still this remains a festive day,
When it is sweet TO turn aside
From glories, now the nations pride,
Surrounding us in youthful prime,
Adown the broken aises of time,
Where yoemen of heroic mould,
Themselves made, daring, fierce and bold,
Through tyrant's threat'ning to enslave them,
Drew for the land which Freedom gave them
And from the field strewn with the slain
In history wrote what must remain,
Our patent TO nobility;
COlumbla'S sons must e'er be free
Where'er our flag upon the wave
Is raised aloft by seamen brave,
Whereer upon the land unfured,
Behold the Empress of the world,
Who Smiles lu ner Imperial state,
As nations bow to hal her great,
Points to her banner floating high
Beneath the blue ethereal sky,
And swears whatever vet may be-
Columbia's sons, they shall be free.
BY all our glorious victories won,
And by the name OF Washington,
Who led our hosts unto the field
When broke the Lions crested shield,
BY all the glittering gems she wears.
Sealed by the youthful Empress swears)
The blood of men in battle slain,
Who died, than wear a tyrant's chain;
When right dedantwe will be,
Columbia sons must e'er be free.
Sword Of my country, on thy sheen
| Nor stain, nor trnish, can be seen,
Drawn never, but when drawn for right,
DespOts sink meath thy weight
When Freedoms columns onward move,
As meath a thunderbolt Of J0vc,
From his eternal battlements driven
The fearful avalanche of heaven.
Designer of our destinies
Custodian of our liberties
Thine onward march has ne'er been stayed,
FJrIhere inscribed upon thy blade
Is what fate calls our destiny,
Columbia's sons shall e'er be free.
Flag of my country floating high
On every wave, meath every sky,
Bright be thy pennons where er streaming,
Clear be thy stars wherever beaming,
Those stars which DER the earth now shine
In matchless purity-divine!
A glorious history is thine,
A Thousand tales of battles won,
A thousand tales Of good deeds done.
Read there the motto which it holds,
Emblazoned on its ample folds,
The watchword Of our liberty,
Columbias sons must Ger be free.
My native land, upon whose brow
The coronet of glory now
Is glistening,-we turn to thee,
Levathan stretched from sea to sea,
Upon whose bosom, resting there
Millions are nursed with mothers care,)
With eyes of pure, conhding love
As mortals feel for heaven above
To envious prophe 5, who proclaim
So soon shall perish all our fame,
Our eagle from its native sky
Shall hug the earth and droop, and die;
From its own heaven down, downward borne,
By feather from its pnion torn;
voice through ages loud replies,
The bird Of Freedom never dies;
The country ne'er II divided be,
Columbia's sons shall eer be free.
The poem was loudly applauded, and, after
piece of stirring music, Hon. E. D. Wheeler
came forward and delivered one of the most
mastery orations that we have ever had the
pleasure Ct listening to. There were passages
in it of truly sublime eloquence, and they
added new laurels to the brow of the already
widely known and accomplished orator.
At the conclusion of the speech, a grand
banquet was spread and large number of
people partook of the bounties OF the groan-
ing tables and sideboards. After this, a
hilarious bran dance occurred, and in the
evening splendid ball which was largely
attended. And thus ended the Fourth at
the Park.