The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-02-26
DsssOIutIon of the Union.
BY ALBERT PIKE.

Down with the stars and stripes from out the sky
o with your banner from the bounding deep
Chain up your eagle from his flight on high!
Bid him no more along the ocean sweep
Scream to the Wind-turn to the sun his eye
Ay, down with Freedom from her rampant stee
From pronontory tail and prairie wide,
Where she hath been ill now so dei6ed.
Listen how Europe rings from land to land.
With jeer, and laugh, and bitter, biting scorn
Lo, kings sit smiling, while the red right hand
or treason waves above the country, torn
With strife and tumult, and their armies stand
Ready to darken the breaking morn,
Lending their aid to the unhallowed strife,
SO lately sprung of Terror into life.
Look on the future with prophetic eye!
Lo, on your plain are armies gathering,
As mist collecting when the storm is nigh
and such a storm Along the hillside cling
The light horse-and the swift patrolliug SOY
HoYers in front, like birds with restless wing
While here, the riaeman moves sure, but swift,
And there, the Inusketeers unbroken drift.
The battle! Listen to the musketry!
While ever and anon amid the roll
Cries out the cannon Lo the cavalry,
Oareering down like storms that seek their goal
And now, as sea doth fercely dash witE sea,
The stern battallions charge, as with one soul
And now like seas that break in spray and rain,
The broken bands go floating back AGAIN,
The fgat is DER, and here lies many d one,
W TN DOoOnn crushed Dy moor or heavier train
The hoary head lies glittering in the sun,
Piiiowed upon the chargers misty maze
And Just anear, with hair ike moonlight spun,
A delicate boy is fallen. Lu the stain
Of blood around his nostril and his lip,
While just below his heart the gore doth drip.
The banner of your State is laid full low
Rebellion seems approaching TO it's end
And lonely shapes among the carnage go,
PeeriDg into dead eyes with downright bend
For men are seeking mid the allen foe,
son, sire, brother, or at least a friend
Aud ever and anon upon the air,
Rises the piercing cry of wild despair.
Where are your leaders, Where are they who led
Your souls into this perilous abyss?
The bravest and the best are lying dead,
Shrcuded in treason and dark perjuries;
The most OF them have basely from nut fed,
Followed by scorn'S unending, general hiss,
Fled into lands thai Liberty disowns,
Aud crouched within the shadow Of tall thrones,
All. here they come-and with them many a band
OF hireling serfs, sent OUT by your liege lord
And good ally the AutoCraL most grand,
Or auguHt Emperor he lends his horde,
70 bend your brethren unto your command,
And you 10 his! Now draw again III sword.
Onward! Tis Gods anno!,ted row THAI ,eads-
And ne that dieth for t.e emperor olee1s.
And this! oh God, is this to be our ia {?
Di;grActd degraded, huUlJIed and aEaSed
suuken forever from uu; nlgh IS ate,
sc Wander DER fyTa:Iy's DARK waste,
10 CLolCh like slaves arouLd = DespO's gate
Bend - his nJd, All d. his GouGaic haste?
Oh, Ihcu 10 mast thus faT lily d,sauce lent,
ATert the d>om-spII, omuipot1nt!
Turn, then, before the final sea- be set
To your ipostScy-before tLl food
Is Awakened by your msrnur and your fret,
And 0he'ms yod in its solitude!
Turn t. your duty ere your laut b. wet
By tbs pollution cl a brothers blood
ETc .me aveH9iAg angel spread ITS wing,
And where its shadow falls hecbs never So flag.
Oh, tarp ! that when some day men make Jour grave
They say not as they pile tne parting sod,
"IIere lies a traitor" or ''here lies a slave -
Turn! lest, bcncefoTth, old men above it nod,
And warn their children to be 40 traitor kra 5e,
To reverence thetI country, ard their God,
And never to deserve SO foul a doom,
As hat which men have written on Your tomb.
Say, are you never troubled in your dreams
With spirits rising from your fathers tombs,
And N the darkness of the moons thin CLEANS,
Warning you all Of those eternal dooms
Which haunt the traitor like deVouring beams,
Until his heart is withered or consumed.
Oh, these must haunt you-these more noble ones
These heroes who were Liberty's first sons.
Had l Il sire who thus from death could rise,
Point TO his Wounds and say, l fought,
That freedom which you so much despise-
With these l sealed the compact you have sougf
To break and march, 1 would close my eyes
For shame, that l to sin had thus been WI ught-
Yea heap up dust and ashes on my head,
sknaYe corrupt, or idiot misled
~. 0. Crescent.