Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1863-05-20
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AMERICA.

America our country and our home
Land where proud liberty, with uDbowed head,
Looks dauntless from each hilltop and each dome
That looms Ger cities in her valleys spread
o land for which the great and brave have bled
We bring our offerings To thy patriot graves,
And worship at thy ihrines OF noble dead,
Who braved oppression's minions on the waveH,
And struck down those land that called them rebe
slaves.
o thou proud land OF Freedom--and 80 young
Thy enemies are arming their strong hands,
To strike thee to The dust when thou hast flung
Aside the shield OF Union. Other lands
Would Joy to light nvaslonS flaming brands
At thy consuming cities. o awake
Lo Freedom grasps her flag Of stars, and stands
Where the FIRST wave Of furious war shall break
Yes firmly stands and asks souls that will never shake
What will our countrys millions cheaply part
With treasures for which blood has gnaheh in stream
From many patriot fathers yearning heart
Say, what is that which like the Lightning CLEANS
'T's ranks Of bayonets flashing in the beams
OF the bright aun, which for a century
Has blest the soil, where freedoms eagle acresms
Defiance now to powers beyond the sea,
That fain would bow our heads and crush liberty
Shall fierce Hungarian hearts, that ardent glow
With sympathy for Freedoms bleeding breast,
Behold our nations mighty power brought low,
And we beneath new rulers easy rest
Shall diaiems usurp the eagle crest7
Shall we survive our countrys liberty?
No, never BY deep thunders are expressed
The savage mutterings Of host long Free
RouSing to grasp the sword and march like destiny.
Shall Poands sons, whose cheeks stained with tears
Whose hearts are broken by despotic loIjs
Behold the ruin Of the strength OF yearH--
The base surrender Of our fathers swords
Shall factions breath-a tyrants savage hordes-
Dim our bright stars, on which they fix their gaze
The last stronghold Of Freedom that affords
To their heroic souls hope to raise
Their heads and cOunrys flag along the worlds high
wsys7
Have we not graves, and memories OF the past?
Have we not breasts that glow with patriot fres7
Where Is the spirit that rushed to arms 10 blast
The naughty bands which fell before our sres?
Once more, stern Freedom her young sons inspires;
Once more, the CORY field and soldiers grave
Is what Columblas burning soul desires.
'Tis liberty's loud voice calls out The brave,
And they respond and rush their lovely lnud to save
The conflict comes-along the stormy coast
The spirit of Freedom stalks with Wasi Ipgton.
Behold, the specer veteran eyes the host,
Which hates the land for which he freedom won
His face an angels, flaming like the sun,
His sword his mighty hand draws from ito sheath,
Not to return until the strife is done.
He sees our flag, huttered by evenings breath;
Then to the invader turns with looks that tell Of death
His stern companion Of the fields Of old
Marks the old fame Of patriotism now
InveSt his sacred fsce-around him rolled
Is the old starry flag and on his brow
The eagle helmet, craven with vow.
Hiscountrg's camps along the hills are spread
The white tents cleaning like the shining snow
On tents one morn at Trenton, where he led
Worn bands of patriots on un til the invader fed.
Columbia Ia herself-her sons arise
Oh dod--thou God Of Freedom and the free
Thy spirit Is upon her hosts, her eyes
Glow with the life Of her long liberty,
Her strength Is thine-she owns It all of thee
Washington thou giv'st her In this hour,
Who bears the starry flag mpetuousIy
Against the serried ranks OF foreign power
Whose strength ia broken, crushed, meath the dsrl
clouds that lower.
ALEX. II, MORRISON
EAST SPRINGFIELD ONO,