The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1861-09-20
Southwark. IIoi

Southwerd, Hoi twas u stormy chorus
laundering forth from the years Of old,
Az down from the crests Of the Ilimmalaya
.Madly the Scythian war.tde rolled.
Wave on wave, in their strong pulsations.
| Hurled from the Northland' q bounding veins
On they poured like "A tide Of terror,
Over the teeming Indian plains
Strewing their path with tile fallen Hltars,
The dusky gold, and the starry gems.
The poarl.wrought girdles Of iIndoo Princes,
And wealth of his priceless diadems.
Der the shattered throne and the wrecked pa.
CODA
Swelled that pman of savage Joy;
As ever onward the locust legions
swept To desOlato aud destroy,
Yet " higher strength and greatness even
To lndla's tawny millions came
From the bounding blood of tho Northern ma.
tions,
Their nerves of steel and their souls Of flame!
Southwark, ho! twas n crandor anthem,
When, from their far off, frozen home,
The sturdy sons of the Northern wargods
Poured on the rutting wreck of Rome.
Gone was tho might of the ardent empire;
Power and beauty had passed away;
All things vilo and iOul and hateful,
ll"yerod around her rank decay.
Conc was the grand. heroic daring
which had made her younger years sublime;
The blood was chilly and weak and nerveless,
That flowed through the shrunkcn veins Of
Time.
So n stronger life and nightcr spirit
Forth from the stormy North were hurled,
And filled with the strength of a new creation,
Tho withcred limbs Of the dead old world.
Aud over the ashes OF desulation,
Those vaudals sOwed in their CORY way,
The glowing light oi the modern ages,
Blazed and blUOmcd like u heavenly day!
hO! how the mighty chorus
Shook the depths ofthc Northern seas,
When the countless ships OF the stern old vi.
kings
spread their wings on the Dorcal breeze.
Juyluily from the barren mountains,
fhe frozen iordS and the glaciers cold,
They turned their prows To tho SUMMER oceans
Which IN the unknown Austral rolled.
Down on the lands where the Celt and SaxonS
-, l'capcd their ields on n peaceful shore,
They bare tho name Of the mighty Odin,
Aud the marti n joy OF the thundcrcr Thor
And up from a thousand fields Of battle,
FROM the Northern giants glorious graves.
springs the power which has made Britannia
Ocean Queen oi the Western waves.
,outhward, ho! how the grand old war cry
lhundcrs over our land to-day;
iollns down from the Eastern mountains,
Dying Into the West away.
ne south has fallen from her ancient glory, F,
Bowed in slavery, crime and shame:
Ind forth from his store housc God is sending
Another tempest OF steel and ilamc!
pu'hward. hO! Bear on the watchword.
Onward march, as In ancient days,
III over the traitors fallen fortress
The stripes shall stream aad the stars shall
blaze!
or the Northern arm is mailed with thunder.
And the Northern heart beats high and
warm;
md a stronger lie shall spring in Glory
Ia tho PAIN OF the Southwark rushin. storm:
lac ancient wrongs shall shrink and perish,
And darkness ilv iron the radiant van;
md mghticr empire rise IN grandeur,
Far freedom, truth, and the rights II man.
ver thus. when in future ages,
Mtihuud fails un the trnpic plains,
end, oh Gud, H. Northern giants
To pour igcsd D.uoi through their feeble
veins.