Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1861-07-31
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soUrHWARD, Ho!

Southward. Hol twas storsy chorus
-aa laundering fourth from the years of old,
As down from the crrsts of the HImmalaya
MAdly the Scythian war-tide rolled.
Wave on wave. in their strong puIsations,
Hurled from the Norihland's ding vein:
-T= On they poured like tide terror
Over the teeming Indian plains
Strewing their path with the fallen affairs.
The dusky gold and the starry gems,
The peral wrought girdles OF Hindoo princes
And wealth of her priceless iiadrms.
Der the shattered throne and the wrrcke,
fe- h5rl PasOda
Swelled that rseau of savage joy,
As ever onward the locust legions
,si-a Swept to desolate and destroy.
= Yet higher strength and greatness even
To India's twany millions came,
From the bounding blood OF the Northern ma
80 Their nerves ofsteel and their souls of flame
.='s outward. no twas grander anthem
When, from their far-off frozen home,
The sturdy sons of the Northern war-gods
Poured on the rOtting wreck of Rome.
GOnewas the might of the ancient empire;N
Power and beauty had passed away
All things vile, and foul. and hateful,
/. lowered around her rank decay.
Gone was the grand, heroic daring,
Which had made her younger years sublime;
The blood was chilly, and weak and neryeless,
= That flowed through the shranken veins of
----t Time.
- So stronger life and mighter spirit
Forth from the stormy North were hurled,
Aud filed. with the strength Of new creation,
The withered limbs of the dead old wod ].
And over the ashes of desolstioR
Those vandals soxed in their CORY way,
--= The glowing light of the modern ages
Biszed and bloOmed like heavenly dayi
Southward, no how the mighty chorus
s Shook the depths of the Northern seas,
When the countless ships of the stern old vi /
kings
Spread their wings on the Boreal breeze.
Joyfully from the barren mountains,
The frozen fords and the glaciers cold,
They turned their prows to the SUMMER oceans,
Which in the unknown Austral rolled,
Down on the lands where the Celt and SaxOns
Reaped their fields on peaceful shore,
They bore the name of the mighty Odin,
-And the martial joy of the thunderer Thor
Aud up from thousand fields of battle,
From the Northern giants glorious graves.
Springs the power which has made Britannia
Ocean queen of the Western waves
Southwsrd. no how the grand old var cry
Thunders over our land to-day;
Rolling down from the Eastern mountains,
Dying into the West away.
The South has fallen from her ancient glory,
Bowed in Slavery, crime. and shame
And forth from his storehouse God is sending
- Another tempest of steel and flame !
SOUTHWARK, no bear on the watchword
Onward march. as in ancient days,
Till over the traitors fallen fortress e
The Stripes shall stream and the Stars shall .
blazei
For the Northern arm is mailed with thunder, I
And tlle Northern heart beats high and I
warm
And stronger life shall spring in glory L
a In the path of the South ward rushing storm; I
The ancient wrongs shall shrink and perish,
The darkness fly from the radiant van I
And mightier empire rise in grandeur.
For Freedom. Truth, and the Rights Of Man, I
Ever thus, when, in future ages,
Manhood fails on the trOpic plains. :, !
Send. Oh God. thy Northern giants
To pour fresh blood through their feeble v
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