The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1863-03-17
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In the prairie path 70 our sunset gate.
In the aow'Ting heart of newborn s'Sl'.
Are the hopes Il 40 cid mans waning years.
Meath headstones worn with an old man .
tears.
When The bright sun uiHks in ths rose Hppesi
West,
His last rsd ray Is the headstone's crest
And the mounds be layea 10 burning dood
Arv soldiers wealth. bsptiEed in blood.
DO ys ash Who reared these headslones there
AhA cfsNhsd ailh th1rns sire's gray hair :
And BY whon The land's grea, debt was paid
To the soldier old. 70 the graves they made ?
SHRINK, Pity shrink. a, the question dire
Add, Honor. burn ia q blush Of are
Turn, Angel. turn from the page thine eyes,
Or the sin. once written. never dies
They we're men Of the land he had fought to
save
From a foreign Zoe that had crossed the wave.
When bis snnlit youth was martial song,
And shook throne as il swelled along.
They were sons Of cline whose soft. warm
breath
Il the soul VI earth. and life in death
Where tn, Summer dreams on the couch Of
Spring,
And the songs Of birds through the whole
,sar ring;
When the falling leafis he cup that grew
IT,. sba. - q h.. L. H..
Aud the winds that through the vine-leayes
creep
Are the signs Of tilre in a pleasant sleep
But there lurked laint in the CLINE so blest,
Like serpent coiled in ring doves nest,
And the human sounds to the car il gave
We're the clauk Of chains on a low-browed
slave.
The soldier old, at his sentry post,
Where the suns last trail Of light is lost,
behed the slave of the land he loved,
And the old, old love in his bosom moved.
lie cried 70 the land, Beware beware
Ofthe synlbolled curse in the bondman there
Aud prophets soul ia fire came down
To live in the voice Of old John Brown.
lie cried; aud tho migrate answer cams
Ia words Of sttel from tongue OF fame
They dyed his hearth in the blood Of kin.
Aud his dear ouss fell for the nations sin.
o, maichless deed that q fcud m ght scorn,
. deed Of shame, for word to mourn,
X prophets pay il bis blood mi 1t dear,
And g. land 10 mock at fatber's tear
Is'i strange that the tranquil soul of age
v Nas turned 10 strife in madman's rage,
Is't strange that the cry OF blooi did seem
Like the roll Of drums in martial dream
lst strange the elank Of the IIeiot'S chain
Should drive the wrong to the old manf
BRAIN,
To FIRE his heart With Sauton's Heil,
And mate his arm to the soldier steel.
The haue Of wrong to its depth had gene,
Aud the sword of Right from its sheath was
drawn;
But the cabined slave heard not its cry,
And the old man armed him bat TO die.
Ye may call him mad, that he did not quail
When his stcul blade broke On the unblesi
mail;
ie msy call him mad, that he struck alone,
And made the lands dark curse his own
But The eye Of God looked down and saw
A just life lost by an unjust law
Aud black was ihe day with Gods own frown
When the Southern cross was martyrs
crown
Apostate cline the blood then shed
Fell thick with vengeance on thy head,
To weigh il down meath the coming rod,
When thy red right hand should be stretched
to God.
Behold the price Of the life ye took,
At the death ye gave, twas world that
shook
And the despot deed thar one hear. broke,
From their slasish sleep million woke
Not ell alone did the victim fall,
Whose wrongs hrst brought him to your
thrall
The cid man played nations part.
Aud ye struck your blow at nation . heart.
The freeman host is al your door,
Aad voice goes forth with = siern 't no
more -
TO the deadly curse, whose swim redeem
Was the visioned thought Of John Browns
dream.
10 the country's wrong, AID the country's
stain,
Il shall prove as the scyths to the yielding
grain
And the dauntless power 70 spread II forth
Is The fresborn soul Of the chainlsss North.
ErOm the Fast. and West. and North they
come.
70 the bugls's call and the roll Of drum
And form walks yiewless BY their side
4 form that was born when the Old Man
died
rhe soldier old 10 bis grave mar rest,
AfAr With his dead in the Prairie West;
Bot red ray fails on the he&dstens there,
Like Gods reply to . Soldiers prayer.
Is may slssp ia peace meath the sreeavood
pail.
9or ths lands great hssrs hath heard his
call;
ssd pcaple's viii and peoples might.
shall right the NFoag, and proclaim The
Right.
The &C. may bowl 81 tbs Fat jusi.
/. nd gEasa bis t4ngs ii the tF8aden das;
Bat the battle leaves bis bark a mock,
And the Freemau's hees Is on Als neck.
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