The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1863-07-03

Once more. dear friends, you meet beneath
A clouded sky:
Not yet the sword has found its sheath,
And. on the sweet spring airs, the breath
OF war floats by.
Yet trouble springs not from the ground,
Nor pain from chance;
TIL Eternal order circles round,
and wave and storm find mcte and bound
In Providence.
Full long our feet the tiowery ways
OF peace have trOd.
Content with creed and garb and phrase:
4 harder path in earlier days
Led up to God.
Too cheaply truths, once purchased dear,
Are made our own:
Too long the world has smiled to hear
Our boasts offull corn in the ear
BY Others sown.
To see Us stir the martyr fires
OF long ago:
And wrap our satisfied desires,
In the singed mantles that our sires
Have dropped below.
But now the cross our worthies bore
On us is laid.
Professions quiet sleep is DER.
and in the scale Oftruth once more
Our faith is weighed.
The cry OfinnOcent blood at last
Is calling down,
IN answer in the whirlwind- blast.
The thunder and the shadow cast
From Heavens dark frOwn.
The land is red with judgments Who
Stands guiltless forth:
Have IRE been faithful as we knew.
TO God and our brother true,
To Heaven and Earth:
How faint through din OF merchandise
And count of gain,
Has seemed to lis the captives' cries.
How far away the tears and signs
OF souls in pain,
This day tie fearful reckoning comes
To each and all:
We hear amidst our peaceful homes
The summons of the cOnscript drums,
The bugle's call.
Our path is plain the war-net draws
Round us in vain.
While. faithful to the Hi CHER cause
We keep our tcalty to the laws
Through patient pain.
The leveled gun, the battle brand
We may not take:
But, calmly loyal, we can stand
And suffer with our suffering land
For conscience sake.
Why ask for ease where all pain:
Shall IRE alone
Be left to add our gain to gain.
When over ArmageddOnS plain
The trump is blown:
To suffer well is well to serve:
Safe in our Lord
The rigid lines of law shall curve
To spare us: from our heads shall swGrvc
Its smiling sword.
And light is mingled with the gloom,
And JOY with grief:
Divinest compensatiOns come,
Through thorns of judgment mercics come
In sweet relief.
Thanks for Our privilege to bless,
BY word and deed.
The widow in her keen distress
The childless ard the fatherlcss:
The hearts that bleed,
For fields of duty, opening wide,
Where all our powers
Are taskcd the eager steps to guide
Of millions on path mtricd:
HE SLAVE Is OURS
Ours 10y traditions dear and Old
Which make the race
n1,r wards ia cherish op1 Drbrlb
And cast their freedom in the mould
OF Christian grace.
.And we may tread the sick-bed floors
Where strong men pine,
and. down the TrOanlnT corridors
Pour freely from our liberal stores
The oil and wine.
Who murmurs that in these dark days
His lot is cast:
Gods hand within the shadow lays
The stones wheceon His gates OF praise
Shall rise at last.
Turn and o'erturn, o, outstretched Hand
Nor stint, nor stay;
The wears have never dropped their sand
z On mortal issue vast and grand
AS ours to-day.
Already OH the sable ground
Ofman's despair,
Is freedoms glorious picture found,
With all its dusky hands unbound
Upraised in prayer.
Oh, small shall seem all sacrifice
And pain and loss,
When God shall wipe the weeping eyes,
For suffering give the victor's prize,
The crown for cross!
A large section of the rock OF tt
north, or Canada side of Niagara Fall
near the Table Rock Hotel, fell into tt
yawning abyss below, last Saturday nigh