The weekly Butte record., 1863-04-18
OUR COUNTR .
BIZ REV. pR. BETHUNE.

Maine, from her farthest border. gives the frs;
ex1lting shout,
And from New Hanp=llires granite hills the echo
ing peal rings cut.
The mountain farms Of sfaanch Vermont prolong
the laundering call,
Massachusetts, answers. Bunker Hill IA watch
word for : al.
Rhode Island shakes her sea-wet locks, acclaiming
with the free,
And staid Connecticut breaks forth in sacred har-
m0ny;
The giant JOY of proud New York. loud earth
quakefs roar,
Is heard from Hadson's crowded banks to Erie 5
crowded shore;
New Jersey hallowed by their blood. who erst in
battle fell
At Monmouth's Priuceton's, Trentons fight, joins
in the rapturous swell.
Vide Pennsy ylvania, strong as wide, and true as
she Is strong,
From every hill to valley, pours the torrent tide
along.
Stand up stout little Delaware. and bid thy valleys
roll,
Though least among the Old Thirteen, We judge
thee by thy soul,
Hark to tile voice of Maryland over the broad
Chesapeake,
Her sons as valiant their sires, in cannonadings
speak.
Virginia nurse of Washington, and guardian of his
grave,
Now to thine ancient glories turn the faithful and
the brave;
We need not hear the bursting cheer this holy day
inspires,
To know tha; in Coumbia's cause 81 Virginia never
tires
Fresh as the evergreen that waves above her sunny
soil
North Carolina shares the bliss as oft the patriots
toll;
And the land of Sumter, Marion, of Monltrie,
Pinckney must
Respond the cry, or it will rise cen from their
lr-f
And Georgia, by the dead who lie along Savan-
nah's bluh,
Full well we love thee, but we neer can love thee
well enough;
From thy wild northern boundary to thy green
isles of the sea,
Where beat on earth more gallant hearts than now
throb high in thee?
On, on cross Alabamas plains, the ever-fowery
glades,
To where the Mssissippi's food the turbid Gulf in
vadeS:
There, borne from many mighty stream upon his
mightier tide,
Come down the swelling long huzzas from all that
valley wide,
As woodcrowned Alleghany's call, from all her
SUBMITS high,
Reyerberates among the rocks that pierce the sun
set sky;
While on the shores and through the swales round
the vast inland seas,
The stars and stripes, midst freemens songs, are
flashing to the breeze,
The woodsman, from the mother, takes his boy
upon his knee
To tell him how their fathers fought and bled for
liberty;
Tie lonely hunter sits him down the forest spring
beside,
To think upon hi. country's worth and feel his
country's pride;
While many foreign accent, which our God can
understand,
Is blessing him for home and bread in this free
fertile land.
Yes when upon the eastern coast we sink to hap
py rest,
The Day of Independence rolls still onward to the
West,
Till dies on the Pacific shore the shout of jubilee
That woke the morning with its voice along the
Atlantic sea.
0 God look down upon the land which thou hast
loved so well,
And grant that in unbroken truth her children still
may dwell:
Nor while the grass crows on the hill, and streams
flow thro' the vale,
May they forget their fathers faith or in their
covenant fail!
God keep the fairest, noblest land that lies beneath
Our country, our whole country, and our country
ever one.