The Nashville daily union. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1862-1866, 1862-07-27


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saass coAd.a f-h0RACE.
Br g Q. MrncER
Ftom plans that drink frateruai blood,
PJcrei GU. BY uufratlrnal hands
From hopeless struggle on the ao0d
And MARCHES over burning sands
From dark rebeliious b deful star,
Which steers Co death ts burning track
Dear friends " ose feet have wandered far,
To oyalty cama back. come back
Rugged the thorny path you roam,
Sad exlIes from your early home,
Hard Is their task who Try 90 climb
The dizzy T,ncrina oi crime
Yet hove stands waiting at The door
To greet the prodigals once more,
Aud glOws her'hearth with flame a. bright
As when you lef, her cheerful light
To wander in rybcllious night,
By graveyard rxhalations led
The meteor lanterns OF the dead.
Lo. Freedoms beacon shines ataf,
Bright as the old JBdcan star
Far. Car It flames with shining track,
Misguided friends, come back, come back
Asundcr bnrst the calling chain
Witch links you to a despot's train
Nor heed thejugglms demons spell,
The nond who urged you to rebel,
Behold yon galaxy above
AMI feel the tire Of odcn love
Pure az the hlmc OF ycstal blest
Revive within your ching breast.
Dash down the flag Of rebel lust
And tread it in dshouored dust
rs trcachcrous stars and bars proclaim
Conscription, pcnury, and shame
No welcome halls Il DER the world,
But every lip in scoru b eurled
Tint slavers flag should daro displaco
The banner Of the human race.
No. the proud ensign OF the West,
BY all mankind adorcd and blest,
This flag shall guide your homewlrI track
To love and peace--come back, come back
Precious the joys Of olden time .r.s... ...
As dreams Of Edeu's sinlcss cline,
When, linked together like a band
OF brothers, we possessed the land
The rich were modest, and the poor,
Blessed With cont6ntment, lived secure.
The nations heard us DER the main
"Here old Arcadia blooms again !"
All, was our bliss too great TO last,
And eau we meter restore the pastY
Have truth and love forever dicdl
Does naught survive but hate and pride?
shall the poor laborer sit no more
secur1 within ms cottage door,
No social kindness warm the breast
Nor 10y 10 greet a friendly guostS
And, on your souls meier overcast
with painful memories OF the past
Memories OF scenes that once delighted
BY treason's lava. pillows blightcd2
Tho gathering at the social board
when friendships trimming heart WIS poured
The chat around the hearth at even
When care from every brow was driven,
The prattling infants evening prayer,
The bells that stirred the Sabbath air,
The reaper's haryest-hymu in June,
The lovers converse by the moon,
with cohocs haunting hills and dells
Ofbrooks and birds and pastoral bellsY
Now empty stands the threshing floor
Aud wulfeyod famine haunts the door,
Scattered is friendships jovial band
Aud bleeding lies our southern land.
What says thy conscience-was It wen
Against thy cou try to rebel
and turn her Eden IN a hcS
There is a thought thou curst nst Bin
IT, memory lsll pursue thee still,
Lighter the torments OF the rack
Than rs rcm1rsc--como back, como back
Still uurcpontant will you spun
True hearts that long for your return
Nor sheath the sword that treason draws
Against your coautry's sacred aws'
Swells nUt the wretchod orphan grcun
The Widows aVonizing moan,
Upon your ears like the dread curse
sung IN the Hebrew prophets verse;. .u
Haste ere tho thun ,erbolts of Heaven
Strike thee In yeugoluce unforgycni
The sky with gathering wrath is black
Oh, ere 70 bursts come BACKBONE back
Loud ring the Fourth Of July bells,
And luul our nations anthem swcns
VIII Sc strains her martyrs bend 60 hear
Enthronol iu yondcr starry sphere
IT, esho's stir the Ialm-trcu's plume,
Aud rioh maguolia's snowy bloom,
Aud like harmonious Aries move
The blnssoms OF the orange grove,
Till southern stream aud woud and plain
Repeats rs high redcoming strain.
II whispers like some holy spell
Come TO the homo that loved thee well 20
Al, that Kind voice win haunt thy sleeps
know thou cust not choose hut weep
AZ the sweet notes Of Z" Home, sweet Home"
Mako wanderers weep whrrr'er they roam.
AZ treason's shrine though thou hast knrt
That voice thy yielding heart shall melt,
And Murcys tears shall wash Thy sin,
And love shall let the wanderers in;
We pardon though the sin was black
Oh, erriug friends, come back, come back
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