Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1862-03-13
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From the Atlantic for March.
Voyage OF the Good ship Union.

BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
,Tis midnight: through my troubled dream
Loud walls the tempest cry
Before the gale with tattered sail,
A ship goes pungiig by. -
What narnet Where bound ,-The rocks aroun
Repeal the loud halo
Tho good ship Union, Souihwnrd bound:
Ged help her and her crew!
And Ia the old flag aying still
That DER your fathers flew,
With bands of white and rosy light,
And field Of starry blue
Ayl look aloftl its folds full oft
Have bravcd the roaring blast
And still shall fly when from the sky
This black tyPhoon has past!
Speak, pilot Of ihs stonn-,ost bark.r-i lo
May lthy oeril sheref
% landsinan these are fearful seas
The brave alone may dare!
May, ruler OF the mighty deep,
What matters wind or wave?
The rocks that wreck your reeling deck
Will leave me nough To save
o landsman, art thou false or true,
What sign hast thou to show
The crimson stains from loyal veins
That hold my heartbood's fowl
Enough. what more shall honor claim!
know the sacred sign
Above thy head our flag shall spread,
Our ocean path be thine!
The bark sails on; the Pilgrims Cape
Lies low along her lee,
Whose hcadand crooks its anchor hukes
To lock the shore and sea.
No treason here! il cost too dear
To win this barren realm!
And true and free the hands must DO
That hold the whaers helm!
Still on Manhu,tan's narrowing bay
No Rebel cruiser scars;
Her waters feel no pirates keel
Au,n . tha fall fursf
But watch the light on yonder height
Az, pilot, have care:
Some lingering clond IN mist may shroud
The capes of Delaware
Say, pilot, what this fort may be, ....
Whose sentnels look down
From mouted walls that show the sea
Their deep embrasures frown!
The Rebel host claim all the coast,
But these arc friends, we know,
Whose footprints spoil the Z" sacred soil"
And this is!--Fou Monroe!
The breakers roar-how bears the shoref
The traitorous wreckers' hands
Have quenched the blaze that poured its rays
Along the Haiteras sands
-IIa! say not so see its glow
Again the shoals display
The beacon light thut shines by night,
The Union Stars by day
The good ship flies to mider skies,
The wave more gently flows,
The softening breeze watts DER the seas
The breath OF Benufort's rose.
What fold is this the sweet 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-shps came
And turned the Beaufort roses' bloom tt' I
To redder wreaths OF famel
How from Rebelon's broken reed
We saw his emblem fall,
As soon his cursed poison weed
Shall drop from Sumter's wall!
~. Onl On,- Pulaski,s.iren haiti s'-s--
Falls harmless OIL fybee.
Her topsnils feel the freshening gale,
Shs strikes the open sea-
She rounds the point, she threads the keys
That guard the Land OF Flowers,
And rides at last where firm and fast
Her own Gibraltar towers.
The good ship Unions voyage is Ger,
AT anchor safe she swings,
And loud ana clenr with cheer oil cheer
Her Joyous welcome rings:
Hurrah hurrah it shakes the wave,
Ii thunders oil the shore
One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,
One Nation, evermore!