Union County star and Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1859-1864, 1862-04-08
Voyage of the Good Ship Union
By pRo.w. w.HoLMEs-ATLANTIc MONTHLY.

BY DR. O.w w.uoLMEs-ATLANTIC MONTHLY.
'Tis midnight: through my troubled dream
Loud walls the tempests cry;
Before the gale, with tattered sail,
4 ship goes plunging by.
What name. where eboand,-Rocks around
Repeat the wild halloo:
The good ship Union: Southwark bound;
God help her and her crew!
And is the Old Flag flying still
That Ger your fathers hew,.:
With bands of white and rosy light,
And field of starry blue?
Aye. look aloit . its folds full oft
Haze braved the roaring blast,
And still shall fly, when from the sky
This black typhoon has passed
Speak, pilot of the storm tossed bark
May l thy perils share.
% landsman, these are fearful seas
Tie brave alone may dare.
Nay, ruler of the rebel deep,
What matters wind or wave2
The rocks that wreck your reeling deck
Nlll leave me nought 10 save.
o Iandsman, art thou false or true?
What sign hast thou to show?
The crimson stains from loyal veins
That hold my hoart-blood's flow.
Enough. what more shall honor claim ?
| know the sacred sign;
Above thy head our fag shall spread,
Our ocean path be thine!
The bark sails on the Pilgrims Cape
Lies low along her lee,
Those headlong crooks its anchor fukes
To lock the shore and sea;
No treason here it cost too dear
To win this barren realm,
And true and free the hands must be
That hold the whalers helm.
Still on. Manhattan's narrowing bay
No Rebel cruiser sears:
Her waters feel no pirates keel
That haunts the fallen stars
But watch the light on yonder height
Ay, pilot, have a care,
Some lingering cloud in mist may shroud
The capes Of Delaware!
Say, pilot, what this fort may be,
Whose scntinels look down
From moated walls that show the sea
Their deep embrasures' frown2
The Rebel host claim all the coast,
But these are friends, We know,
Whose footprints spoil the g. sacred soil, :"
And this is s?-Fort Monroe,
The breakers roar, how bears the shore?
The traitorous wreckers' hands
Have quenched the blaze that threw rays
Along the IIatteras sands.
-lIa say not So /, | see its glow
Again the shoals display
The beacon light that shines by night,
The onion Stars by day!
The good ship flies to mlier skies,
The wave more gently flows,
The soft timing breeze watts DER the seas
The breath of Beautort's rose.
What fold is this the swee, winds kiss,
+. Fair-striped and many starred,
Whose shadow pals these orphaned walls,
The twins of Beauregard?
What heard you not Port Royals doom:
How the black war-ships came
And turned the Beaufort roses bloom
To reddcr wreaths of 6ame'
How from Rebellion broken reed
We saw his emblem fall,
As soon his cursed poison weed
Shall drop from Sumters wall
On on. Pulaski's iron hail
Falls harmless on Tybce.
Her topsail. feel the freshening gale,
She strikes the open sea;
She rounds the point, she threads the keys
That guard the Land of Flowers,
Ard rides a, last where firm and fast
Her own Gibraltar towers.
The good ship Unions voyage is Ger,
At anchor safe she swings,
And loud and clear with cheer on cheer
Her joyous welcome rings:
Hurrah hurrah it shakes the wave,
1t thunders on the shore
One flag. one land, one heart, one hand,
One Nation, evermore.