Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1861-10-25
TINE RISING OF THE PEOPLE,
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bay, and hill
Our crowded streets are throbbing with the sol
diers' measured tramp;
Among our bladed corn-hcds CLEAN the white
tents of The camp.
The thunders Of the rising war hush Labor's
drowsy hum,
And heavy to the ground the first dark drops Of
battle come.
The souls of men flame up anew the narrow
heart expands;
And woman brings her patient faith to nerve her
eager hands.
Thank God we are not buried yet, though long .
in trance we lay.
Thank God the fathers need not blush to own /
their sons to day.
0! sad and slow the weeks went by; each held |
his anxious breath,
Like one who waits, in helpless fear, some sor-
row great MS death.
0! scarcely was there faith in God, nor any trust |
in man,
While fast along the Southern sky the blighting |.
shadows ran.
1t yelled the stars, one after one, it hushed the
patriots song;
And stole from men the sacred sense that part
eth right from wrong.
Then red Fash, the lightning across the dark
ness broke
And with voice that shook the land the guns
of Sumter spoke:
Wake, sons of heroes, wake The age of heroes
dawns again;
Truth takes in hand her ancient sword, and calls
her loyal mcn
Lo brightly DER the breaking day shines Free
dom's holy star.
Peace cannot cure the sickly time. All hail, the
healer, War;
That call was heard by Plymouth Rock; twas
heard in Boston Bay;
Then up the piny streams of Maine sped on its
ringing way.
New Hampshirc's rocks Vcmonts green hills,
it kindlcd into hame
Rhode Island felt her mighty soul bursting her
little frame:
The Empire City started up, her golden letters
rent,
And, meteor like across the North the fiery
message sent;
Over the breezy prairie lands, by bluff and lake
it ran,
Till Kansas bent his arm, and laughed to find
himself man;
Then on by cabin and by camp, by stony wastes
and sands,
City stands.
And whcrcsoer the summons came, there rose
an angry din,
As when upon arocky coasta stormy tide comes
in.
straightway the fathers gathered voice. straight /
way the sons arose.
With flushing check, as when the East with days .
rcd current glows.
Hurrah the long despair is past; our fading
hopes renew;
The fog is lifting from the land, and 10! the an
cicnt blue!
We learn The secret of the deeds the sircs have I
handed down,
To fire the youthful soldiers zeal, and tend his .
green renown
Who lives for country, through his arm feels all
her forces 1Ow.
'Ts easy to be brave for TRUTH as for the rose to
blow.
o! Law, fair form of Liberty, Gods light is on
thy brow.
o! Liberty thou soul of Law, Gods very self .
art thou.
One the clear rivers sparkling food that clothes
the bank with green;
And one the line OF stubborn rock that holds the
water ill
Friends whom We cannot think apart, seeming
each others foe;
Twin flowers upon II single stalk, with equal |
grace that grow.
o! fair ideas, we write your names across our
banners fold
For you, the sluggard's brain is fire; for you,
the coward bold.
0! daughter of the bleeding Past! o! hope
the prophet saw
God give us Law in Liberty, and Liberty in Law
Full many heart is aching with mingled JOY
and pain,
For those who so so proudly forth and may not
come again;
And many heart is aching for those it leaves
behind
As a thousand tender histories throng in upon
the mind.
The old men bless the young men, and praise
their bearing high;
The women in the doorway stand to wave them
bravely by.
One threw her arms about her boy, and said, |
"Good by, my son;
God help thee do the valiant deeds thy father
would have done"
One held up to a bearded man little child to .
kiss,
And said, al shall not be alone, for thy dear
love and this"
And one, a rosebud in her baud, leaned at a sol |
der's side:
"Thy country weds thee first" She said; "bc .
thy second bride"
o mothers, when around your hcarihs, We .
count your cherished ones.
And miss from the enchanted ring the flower of |
all your sons;
o wives, when DER the Graded child you bend
at evcnings fall
And voices which the heart can hear across the
distance call;
D J! maids, when, in the slccpless nights We ope
the little case,
And look, till ye can look no more, upon the
proud young face,
Not only pray the Lord of Life who measures
mortal BREATH II
To bring the absent back unscathcd out Of the
fire Of death;
o pray with that divine content which Gods