Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1861-03-02
THE PRESS AND THE CAHNON.

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bless
This beautiful planet of ours
The frs; by the length OF it's terrible strength,
The other by holier powersl
More aud more they are foes as the new spiri,
grows
viii their struggles bring Joy to the free
For the wronged and right-for the darkness and
light,
Oh ! which will sbe conquetor bet
With a war-waking note from its sulphurous throat
The Cannon insuiteth the day, .
And Aingeth about, with a fash and a shout,
The death.bolts that deepen the fray
Give me slaughter - it cries, as IL bcoms to the
skies,
And men turn to fends at the sound
Till the sun ~droppeth dun. till the battle Is won,
And carnage encumbers the ground.
Then the reveller reels, then the plunderer steals
Like a snake, through tbe horrible gloom,
Then tho maid is dehled, then the widow is wild,
As she Fathoms the depths Of her doom
Fierce fires glare aloof, till the nights starry rooI
Seems to blush al the doings of wrong
Sounds of terror and woe through the dark come
and 60,
With fury, and laughter, and song
When the morrow's fair face looksth dowR on The
All trodden and sodden with strife,
The grass and the grain emf urpled with rain
From the fountains of desperate life
The stream runneth red, and the green leaves arr
shed,
That o'ershadow its waters 30 clear
For the bale-fre hath been On the desOlate scene
Aud hath cursed it for many q year!
Recking ruins abound on The war-wishered ground
In whose ashes sit shapes of despair,
And the voices of wall float afar on the gale,
Til the brute is appalled, in his lair
On the broad battle-foor, in their m oil
gore,
Lie thousands whose conflicts are past,
To furnish a feast for the bird and the beast
To tester and bleach in the blast.
But The tears of the sad, and the cries Of the mad
, And the blood that ~polluteth the sod,
And the prayers Of the crowd-solemn, earnest
and loud
/, Together 60 up unto God !
Nor in vain do they rise-for the good and th
wise,
And the gifted of spirit and speech,
, Are waking the lands to more holy commands.
For peace is the lesson they teach.
Behold the proud P SO how it labors to bless,
By the nnmberless tones of it's voice
To lofty aud low its grand harmoniee flow,
d. And the unltitudas hnar and reinica D..
Scarce an alley Of gloom, scarce an artisans room
! Scarce a heart in the mill or the mine,
+, Scarce a soul that is dark, but receiveth a spark
OF its spirit, SO vast and divine
t. The Cannon lays vast. but tho Press is in hast
, Tt enlighten, uplift, and renew
And the life of its lore-cnn we languish for more
f Is the beautiful, peaceful, and true.
Man bringah his thought. in calm solitud
wrought.
To be multiplied, scattered, and sown,
And the seed that to-day d~roppeth down by th
way,
Is tomorrow fair, fruitful, and grown.
Joy, joy to the world! Press and people ha,
hurled
Their slings 'gainst the errors Of old /; saa-e
One by one, as they fall, the poor children
thrall
Grow diguifed, gladstone, and bold.
; The Cannon and Sword-cruel, cursed, and o
horred. '9e '<'
Cannot stay the proud march of the free
" They may ban and beguile the rude nations
while. iaf7-a
> But the Press will the conqueror be |
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