The weekly Butte record., 1861-02-09
The Disunion Banner,

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DEVIL.
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DEVIL.
Fiends who in the lurid gloom
Of Hell do ply the fatal loom,
Weave banner of despair
For Colnmbia's tainted air,
In device of sulphurous fame,
Weave her everlasting shame,
Far and wide its shadows fling,
Like the carrion-vulture's wing,
Filling every field and food
With the smell of human blood,
Horrid as the flag of He'll,
Reared by Satan when he fell
That our dark kingdom may rejoice to know
Earth vies with US in sin, despair and woe.
DIsCoRD.
The Union raves like one insane.
SLAUGHTER.
Her heart sblood flows like summer rain.
FAMINE.
Frightened by her cries of pain,
have fed to He'll again.
Joining in mystic ring
Weave each form of suffering,
In its murky woof embroider
Darkness, death, and Hels disorder.
DIsCoRD.
All things have infected with my breath,
The treachcrous banquet breeds disease and death.
Restless suspicion turks in every eye,
Distrust has severed friendships sacred tie,
Hate fires each bosom, and from sea to sea
The land is rent by bitter enmity.
Show how discord and distrust
Torment these wrctched worms of dust
In the murky woof embroider
Darkness, death, and Hells disorder.
SLAUGHTER.
The cities sink in iames-broad seas of gore
Drench the white fields and purple every shore,
And hostile squadrons, clashing in each path,
Trample the winepress of Almighty wrath.
A villain in its midnight rest reposed
In blssful sleep each weary eyelid closed,
With cat-ike step a treacherous host stole in
And heav en- was shaken with the battles din.
The mother gave her babe one parting glance,
The soldier sptted both upon his lance,
Serene old age moment gasped for breath,
Then passed from lies last sleep to that of death.
So horrid was the change of that dread night
That He'll itself might shudder at the sight.
Weave we in our fatal loom,
Piles of slain, without tomb,
In the murky woof embroidcr
Darkness, DEATH and Hell's disorder.
FAMINE.
Amid the smouldering embers of their barns,
And granaries pilIaged by the foragers,
| saw the farmers, standing, like pack
OF starving wolves, lankribbed and liery-eyed.
Beside them sat their wives, whose starving babes
Like withered lilies lay upon their laps,
Seeking the breasts that gave nourishment.
In yonder port no more the stately mast
Spreads its white sails and trembles in the blast,
While hapess merchants gazing down the bay
Mourn the swift ships that wander far away.
On the fatal standard show
Famne's endless train of wo;
In the murky woof embroder
Darkness, death, and Hell's disorder.
Now let its ample folds be bound
with hery serpent round.
Eden's destroyer shall recall
The new temptation, sin and fall.
DEVIL.
Ye, of Hell's brood most accurst,
Boast tonight your deed the worst,
For the Banner of the Union,
Once the pledge of true communion,
By your potent incantaton
Suffers strangest transmutation,
Blending in your mystic art
Yancey's tongue and Summers heart,
Greeley's pharisaic cant,
Phillips jibes and Beecher's taunt,
Parker's horrid blasphemy,
Cheever's rank hypocrisy,
And the fetid gall that drips
From South Carolina's lips.
Wondrously has every hag
Wrought upon the Union flag,
Ye have changed the stripes of flame
To the lurid blush of shame,
And the streaks of spotless white
To the pallor of alright,
And the stars which bazoned all
To Wormwood in their endless fall -
Louisville Journal