New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-07-11
SOUTHWARK, HOl

boUTBWIRD, HOT twbs Stormy chofus
laundering forth from the years Of I'D,
As down from the crests Of the Hmmalaya
Msdls Il e Scytui,n wnT-tido rolled.
Wave ON wave, in their strong pUlsalions,
Hurled frrm the Northands bounding veins,
On thes poured like tide Of terror,
Over the ieeming Indian plains
Strewing their path with the fallen affairs,
The du.ky gold and the starry gems,
The pear'-wrougbt gird'es OF Hnuoo princes,
And wealth OF her priceless oiadens.
Ger the 81 altered throne and the wrecked pagoda
swelled that pean Of savage joy,
A ever onward the locust legGns
Swept ~ detola,e and de,troy.
Yet higher strength and greatness even
To Iudias twany millions came,
From the bounding blood Of the Northern nations,
Their nerves Of steel and their souls Of iainel
Southwark, bot twas grander anthem,
When from their fhr-oh, frozen home,
The study ems Of the Noribern war-gOds
Poured on the ro,iing wreck Of Rome.
Gone ans the migh Of The ancient ,mpirel
Power and beauty had passed away
All things foul, sid vile, and hateful,
lowered around her rank iecay.
Gone was the grand, heroic daring,
Which had niGde her younger years suhmei
The blood wat chilly, una weak and nerveless,.
That flowed through theshiorken veins Of Time.
So stronger life and nighder spirit
Forth from the stormy North sele buried,
And filled, with tue strength Of new creation,
The witLercd limbs Of the dead old void.
And over the ashes Of d, sol ,iiOu
Those yanials sowed IN their CORY way,
The glowing light II toe modern sges
Blazed and bloomed like heavenly dayi
Soutbward, bol how the mighty chorus
Shook The depths of the Northern seas,
When the countless ships Of the ,tern old Viking,
Spread their WING on the Boreal breeze.
JoyfuIiy, from the barren mountains,
The frozen fords and the glaciers cold.
They turned their prows TO the SUMMER oceans,
Which in the unknown Auslral rolled.
Down ON the lands where the Celt aud Saxon
Reaped their fields peaceful shore,
Trey bore Ibe name Of the mighty 0din,
Aud tue martial Joy Of the lhunderer Thor.
And up from thousand fields Of battle,
From The Northern giants glorious graves,
Springs the power which has made britannia
Ocealn-queen Of the Westefn waves.
Southwark, no how the grand old warcY
founders over our band to-dayj
Rolling down from Ire Eastern mountains,
ying into the West away.
The South has fallen from her ancient glory,
Bowed in Slavery, crime, aud shane
And forth from his storehonse God il sending
Another temptst Of steel and iiaue
SOUTHWARK, no bear on the watchwordl
Onward march, as ia ancient days,
Till over the traitor fallen fortress
The Stripes shall stream and the Stars shall
blaze
For the Northern arm is mailed with thunder,
And the Northern heart beats high and warm;
And stronger life shall sphng in glory
In the path Of the SouIhwlrd rushing storm;
The ancient wrongs shall shrink nnd perish,
The darkness fly from their radiant van;
And mightier empire rise in grandeur,
For Freedom, Truth and the Rights Of Man.
Ever titus, when, in future ages,
Manhood falls on the tr PIC plains,
Send, oh God, Thy Northern giants
To pour fresh bloOd through their feeble veinsl