Litchfield enquirer., 1862-01-02
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FoR THE ENouIRER.
NEW YEARS ODE.

BY H. WARD.
 From their blue chambers in the sky; The twinkling stars look down :-on high, For ages long since past and gone, In splendid beauty they have shone, : Through many long and silent night, With blended rays of silver light, What thrilling tales might they unfold, Far more than History's pen hath scro,led! On what unnumbered scenes of earth, Since first Creation had her birth, Have they, from their high watch towers gaze And well mi ght they have blushed, amazed At darkest deeds of crime and guilt, At seas of blood, in battle split, At men in grooming bondage bowed, At hosts of stern oppressors proud. At Innocence herself in tears, And through the flight of tagging years, The captive in his dungeon cell, Whose direful sufferings none can tell. Alas that Earth, which Heaven designed glorious Eden for mankind,
 Should ger be changed by sinful men. Into the hissing Serpent's den! Did not the herald angels sing Loud anthems to the newborn King? Did not their songs of holy flame, "Pea- e, peace on earth" aloud proclaim,- "Gcod will' to all mankind declare, While heavenly music filled the air? Where now hath Peace, Celestial Maid, Fled hence afflicted and afraid? The world is filled with dire alarms, And trembles for the strife of arms, Grim War unsheathes his glittering sword, And Union host and rebel horde Now mingle in the deadly strife, And peril fortune, limb and life? Ye traitors to your native land, Have ye unsheathed the murderous brand, Because ye deem It just to slay The righteous, who the laws obey? Can ye the weight of vengeance dare, Which perjured men are doomed to bear, When, from His awful Throne on high, The God who rules the earth and sky, Is gathering all His storms of wrath, To beat upon your wayward path? Your hopes shall die, your counsels fail, Your wicked schemes shall ne'er prevail 'Tis Cod who nerves the patriots arm, And shields His own just cause from harm But hearlless fiends, enleagued with hell, Who side with treason and rebeA, Shall meet a direful overthrow; For God hath aye ordained it so. Short is their selfish, naughty pride, Destructlon's jaws stand open wide, To seize them in their speedy fall, And HelPs dark pit enshrouds them all. Scan, if you will, the historic page Of this, and every former age, And point me, if you ever can, To all the deeds of erring man, And say, if Treason's lorrid .'ang5 ,nr, Was ever yet with triumph blest,- If that fell serpent's hissng head Hath not been crushed beneath the tread Of Freedom valiant sons in arms, Whom Luxury's scducng charms And Bribery's stores of shining gold, Could never for moment hold From their resolves full high and stern; And will ye ne'er the lesson learn, Tyrants and foes to human veal, That ill the righteous warriors steel, There lies the red winged ligh,nings powe, To seal your doom your final hour Is hastening on; lis near at hand, To sweep you from the patriots land. Assemble as the sands that lie On Oceans beach, when rising high, His pillows lash the sounding shore, Assemble: yc shall be no more. Confederate kings and queens in vain, May stain with folly all their reign, By vexing those whom God made free, To whom alone they bow the knee Full many Joshua mid them stands, To execute Gods high commands; The Abrahams, Gideons, Jepthas, como To fight for Freedoms stainless home: And many brave young Leonide Leaps forth, to battle side by side With New-World warriors bold and true, Who fight against Opprcssion's crew. Kings of the earth are ye still blind Are ye still foes to human kind? In Revelation read your doom: The awful hour shall surely como, When ye 10 caves and dens shall fly, And on the rocks and mountains cry, To fall upon you, and to hide From Vengeance gleaming far and wide, Your prostrate forms, to hide from Him, Who sits enthroned mid Seraphim But ye shall cry to God in vain, And clank an adamantine chain. As ye Gods frecmen have oppressed, So shall ye fall, unwept, distressed. And clank the chains ye forged for those, Ye hasely made your injured foes Send out your myrmidons again To ravage Freedoms fair domain, And reap the vengeance that your crime, Shall through long coming years of time Bring down upon your heads discrowned, When Death and Hell in chains are bound. God willed His people blcs. and free, And who, vain images, are ye,
 That ye, like basilisks, should dare Tn Almighty King of Heaven to war?