New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-08-07
For The New.York Tribune.

And patriot sons, and patriot sires
In common cause did all combine,
And raise yon starry emblem high
TDat glittes now along our sky,
From steep New-Englsnd mountain glades
To Georgia's plains and valley shades,
And from the Atlantic's wave of foam
To the white hunters Western home,
There rose voice serene and clear
as Gods fell on the Prophets ear
A small, still voice, whose holy power
Thrills through this land even to this hour
And thus it ran:
" He who expires
In THE great conflict is divine
War may consume the earth with rage,
None shall survive the wreck of time;
Deeds can immortalize an age,
And render even names sublimel
Then let us rise with one accord,
One firm receive, one mutual mind,
And reassume that rich reward
Already TO a crown resigned;
The rich reward-the priceless dover
OF equal rights and sovereign power
Obtained through century's tolls and team
And hope and faith and prayers and fears
Inspired with self-devoted zeal,
Each for your injured country feel,
And triumph in the glorious csuse
OF Freedom and of Free dom's laws,
Or perish with the insulting foe
Mid battles clang and crimson fow.
ooh, who could bear to live slave,
Scourged TO an ignomiuious grave,
And hear his iettered children cry:
why didst thou lot for Freedom die,
And, fighting to thy latest breath,
Thy sword, our heritage, bequeatb--
And not these cursed chains that bind
Their burning links round limb and nindT
ooh, if the wretch so base there be
As dare not die for Liberty,
May specters haunt him 10 lis tomb
And wrap him with pail Of glooml
May inssant death o'eItake him now,
And brand with shame his Cain-like brow,
And write, ~ on n withered scroll,
Coward upon his craven soul,
For such living dastards spirit
Would faint the pure air we Inherit
"The future millions yet unborn
Address their sires in words OF scorn,
And with hope, faith, zeal
The hearts Of men NAV never feel,
They summon us for Freedoms sake
To place our liyes-our all-at stake,
And die, if death the price must be,
OF Gods best boon, sweet Ii erty.
"Unwortby offspring Of those sires
Who snatched from AlbiOn's wasted fres
An emJer that survived the shock
OF war, Of exile, and the block
And planted it on Plymouth rock
The germ Of infant empire States
Whose subjects breasts shall be their gates,
Their wall-lheir bulwaik and defense,
And myriad millions shall spring thence
Oh, if not yet ignoble, base,
And all unworthy your proud race,
Whose cline was Freedoms dwelling-p place,
Arise and strike the sudden blow
That must be fatal to the foei
Swear never, but in death, to yield
Then hasten 10 the reddeniDg field,
And where the darkest war-cloud holds
The battle in its sulph'rous folds,
There burst the storm, the squadrons rend,
There let the fiery bolt descend
"Our fathers from their voiceless graves
Behold their cons a race Of slaves
Their very bones beneath us start
Lessons Of valor TO inpat-
A light breaks from the hollow urn,
Their sous with patriot ardOr burn,
Being renewed inspires each frame
And Qilds their dust with sacred flame.
% And sbaIl we when our country calls
Ia 20 the combat else abe falls,
Cav. skall we shrink and crouch like savcsI
Mol BE our own, our foemen's graves"
Such was the spirit that inspired
The people in former time,
And such the burning thoughts that fred
And norved their hearts TO deeds snbhmei
And Glory crowned and Freedom bleBt
The heroes Of the youthful West.
And now, thank God, It's ours once more
Their lives and times to ive-act o'eri
Our cause the same the self-same deeds
VIII crown with glory him who bleed',
And Freedom fair will smooth tbs grave
That closes DER the fallen brave,
Aud sorely sigh and softly tread
Above the ashes of the dead.
For in defense Of sovereign law
The sword loyal people draw.
" 1861.
RIVAL OF THE 1sT VERMONT REGIMENT
~ IIpifad Gfas.a t..usro.ts IA. n. Eard