Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1863-07-17

ny JOHN q. WHITTIER.
Once more, dear friends, you meet beneath
cloudcd sky;
Not yet the sword has found its sheath,
And. on thu 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 mete and bound
In Providence.
Full long our feet the fowcry ways
OF peace have trod
Content with creed and garb and phrase,
A harder path in rlier days
Led up to God.
Too chcaply truths, once purchased dear,
Are made our own
Too long the world ha. smiled to hear
Our boast Of full corn in the car
By Others sown.
To sec us stir the martyr frcs
OF long ago,
And wrap our satisfied desires
In the siuged martles that our sires
Have dropped below.
But now the cross our worthless boro
On us is laid
Professions quiet sleep is DER,
And in the scale of truth once moro
Car faith is woigcd.
The cry Of innocent blood at last
Is calling down
An answer in the whirlwind blast,
Tho thunder and the shadow cast
From Heavens dark frown.
Tho land is red with judgments. Who
Stands guiitless forth
Have tee been faithful as we knew,
10 God and to our brother true,
To Heaven and Earth.
How faint through din of merchandise
And count of gain,
Has seemed to us the captvcs cries
How far away the tears and sghs
OF souls in pain
This day the fearful reckoning comes
To each aul all
We hear amidst our peaceful home.
The summons Of the conscript drums,
The buslc's call.
Our path is plain the war-nct draws
Round us in vain,
While, faithful to the Higher Cause,
We keep our fealty to the laws
Through patient pain.
The ieveled gun, the battle brand
We may not take;
But, calmly loyal, can stand
And suffer with our suffering land
For conscieuc's stke.
Why ask FOR case where all i. painf
shall ee alone
Bc Left to add our gain n gain,
When over Aumageldons plain
Tic trump is bl5wn'
To suffer well is well to serve;
Safe in our Lord
The rigid line Of law shall curve
To spare US from our heads shall swcrvc
Its shifting sword.
And ligh, is min .lcl with the gloom,
And jpy Wit. grief
pivinest compcusatinns come.
Through thofns Of Judgement mercies bloom
In sweet elIef.
Thanks for our privilege to bless,
By word ani deed,
The widow in her keen distress,
The chiidlcss and the fatherles.,
The hearts that b.ced
For fields of duty. opcnin. wide,
Nhore all our peNcts
Are tackled the csceF steps to guide
OF millions On ith untfied
THE SLAVE Is Uugs
Ours by traditions dear ani old
Which mako the race
Our wards 10 cherish and uphold.
And cast their freedom IA tae mold
ot Christian grace.
And We may tread the sick bed floors
VIA strong men plne.
And, down the gtoauns corridors.
Pour freely from our liberal stores
The oil aud wine.
Who murmur- that in these dark days
Ills lot is cAst'
Gods hand within the shadow lays
The stones whe con Iii, gates OF praise
Shall rise At last.
Turn and o'ctutn o ont.tre;ched Haul
Nor stint, nor stay;
The years have never dropped their sand
On mortal issue vast aul grand
As ours to-day.
Already on the sable grounl
OF mans despair,
is freedoms gloriou. picture found,
With all ITS dusay hands unbOuni
upTaised in prayer.
o, small shall seem al sacrifice
And pain aud loss,
When Il cd shall wipe the wccpn. eyes,
For suffering give the yictor's prize,
The crown for cross
II. y. hifpendeHs.