The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1863-10-10
AVENGED.

j ne following eautlful lines are from letter
of OrPheus G Kerr to the Sunday Mercury:
Code scales of Justice hang between
The deed Unjust and the end Unseen,
And the sparrow fall in the one Is weighed
By the Lords own hand in the other laid.
In the prnirie path to our Sunset gate.
In the flow ring heart of n newborn State.
Are the hopes of an old man. waning years,
Meath headstOnrs worn by an old mans tears.
When the bright sun sinks in the rOse-lipped
West
His last red ray is the headstone's crest;
And the mounds he laves in a crimson food
Are soldiers wealth baptized in blood
Do We ask who reared those headstones there,
And crowned with thorns a sre's gray hair7
And by whom the Lands great debt was paid
To the soldier old. in the graves they madeH
Shrink. PITY! shrink at the question dire;
Ard. Honor. burn in a blush of fire
Turn. Angel, tuin from the page thine eyes,
Or the sin. once written, never dies
They were men of the land he had fought to save
From n foreign foe that had GROSS "A the wave,
When his sunliL youth was martial cong,
And shook throne as it swelied along.
There were sons of cline whose soft warm
breath
Is the soul of earth, and life in DEATH
Where the Summer dreams OIL the couch of Spring
Where the falling leaf is the cup that grew
To catch the gems of the new leafs dew,
A nd the wind that through the vinr-leaves cree,
Are the sic ms of Time in pleasant sleep.
But there lurked a faint in the CLINE so blest,
Like serpent colled In a ring doves nest,
And the human sounds to the ear it gave
Were the clank of chains on q low browed slave
The soldier old at his sentry post
Where tie suns last trail Of light is lost,
Beheld the shame of the land he loved,
And the old, old love III his bosom moved.
He cried to the land. Beware Beware!
OF the symbolic Curse in the Bsndman there
And prophets soul in fire down
To live in the voice of OLD JOIN BRowN.
He cried and the migrate answer came
In words of steel from II tongue of flame
They dyed his hearth in the blood of kin,
And his dear ones fell for the Nations Sin
o. matchless deed that a fend might seorn,
o, deed of shame for wor to mourn;
A prophets pay in his blood most dear,
And a land TO mock at Fathers tear.
Is it strange that the tranquil soul of age
Was turned to strife in a madman's rage
Is it strange that tn c-y of blood did seem
Like the roll of drums in martial dream 2
Il it strange that the-nlank of the H-lot's chain
SHOULD drive the WRONG to the old mans brain,
To fire his heart with IL sanions zeal
And mate his arm to the Soldiers steel
The bane of Wrong to its depth had gone,
And the sword Of Right from its sheath was
drawn;
But the cabinrd Slave heard not his cry,
And The old man armed him but ~ die
Ye may call him mad, that he did not quail
When his stout blade broke on the un6lest mail;
Y may II him mad. tina, he struck alone,
And made the land'S dark curse his own;
But the eye of God looked down and saw
A Just life Lost by an uni uSt law
And black was the day with Gods own frown,
When the Southern Gross was q martyrs Crown!
ApOstate cline the blood then shed.
Fell thick with vengeance on thy head,
7" weigh it down meath the coming rcd.
When thy red hand should be stretched to God.
Behold the price of the life We took
At the death We gave t was world that shook;
And the despOt deed that one heart broke,
From their siuvish sleep million woke!
Not all alone did the victim fall,
Whose wrongs first brought him to your thrall;
The old man played Nations part,
And We struck yOnr blow at Nations heart.
The freemen host is at your door.
4 nd Voice goes forth with stern. "No more! u
To the deadly Curse, whose swift redeem
" as the FlslOheu thOught OF J(hn Drown s dream
To the country's wrong, and the cOuntry's stain
1t shall prove the scythe to the yielding grain
And the dauntless power spread it forth,
Is the fir &c born soul OF the chainless North.
From the East and West, and North. they come,
To the bugles call and the roll of drum
And a form walks, vIewless, by their side
A form that was boru when the Old Man died.
The Soldier old in his grave may rest,
Affair with his ad IN the prairie West
But the red rays fall on the headstOne's there,
Like Gods repl to soldiers prayer.
He may sleep IN peace meath the green wood pail
For the lands great heart hath heard his call
And peoples will and PEG lies might,
Shall right the wrong and proclaim the right.
The foe may howl at the fat just,
And gnash his fangs in the trodden dust;
But the battle leaves his bark II wreck,
And the Freeman's heel is on his treck.
Not all in vaiu is the lesson taught,
That great souls dream is the worlds new
thought;
And the scaffold, marked wish a death sublime,
Is the throne ordained for the coming time.