The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1863-02-25

The following beautiful lines are from
the pen of Mr.. Flanders, of Malone, VIC
tim of the Bastile.]
IF pleasant sunrises and cloudless skies
Are Natures angurises of good to men,
Last New Years morn brought blessed
auspices,
Bright, golden-footed to our State. Twas
then,
One firm in right, who danger dared to
A nobleman in birth and soul-did
stand
Within our Capitol, and with Gods grace
Vowed to protect part of this our
land
In all its lawful rights. And he will keep
His sacred oath, though wrathful foes
And threaten him with dungeons dark and
deep.
Nor slacken will his arm-nor eye will
quail,
Though thousands point at him the leveled
One strong with God within him can not
fear.
And we have seen this man of noble
worth
8 Of lofty brow, and fearless, stainless
soul.
Twas where the waves of sorrow round our
hearth,
Sent by vengefal foe, did darkly roll,
That he did speak to us in hopeful words,
And stirred anew the Faith we cherished
dear,
That kept within our breasts the tender
chords,
From sovering; though frequent gushed
the tear
At thought of one who from his home was
torn,
And without stain of crime, imprisoned
far,
Upon lonely isle by sea-wayes worn,
In granite walls, which long did him
debar
OF the sweet-home light that around
him flowed,
When Freedom in our peaceful realms
abode.
80. ~ law SCCu hiiH, auu Jul Adieu io
strong
That he will aid to raise the sinking
bark,
That mid huge shoals and quicksands
hath SO long
Been dashing pilotless, and in the dark,
Far from its native haven He will steer
1t safely Ger the turbid, troubled sea,
Now rolling wildly, and with wisdom veer
Its course, until Its anchored by the
Where no rough winds, nor raging waves
again
Shall have the power to dash its rock
ribbed sides,
Over the billows of the angry main
Where:tyrant Neptune as a god presides,
Aye, God will help him in his path Of
right
Peace, soon. will smile Sun where now
is Night.
YesGod will help him though black surges
Over the saddened land; as mountains
high;
Though enemies to public veal control
Our Nation now, as with an evil eye:
Though mad fanatics rave, in frantic rage,
To bury deep in seas of human gore
Our noble ship of State-help him assuage
The rushing tempest, still the thunder S
roar,
Till stars again look out from cloudless
skies,
Till sunbeams float upon their azure
folds
Till Liberty, our Goddess, shall arise
And sway again the scepter, that she
holds
Over country purified by fire
And purged, for aye, of Abolition ire,
Yet, though God help him thus the
thousands slain,
Half buried and unburied, that have
fallen
Upon our vast, vast Southern battle plain
No God.like power will aid him to
Nor can he dry the countless streaming
eyes,
Nor heal the countless breaking hearts
that mourn,
Of those, who waited long, mid hopes and
slghs,
Their brave, their noble, best belov'd's
return
But he can say, and myriads hope he
will
That vain increase of blood from broth
ers' veins
Shall no more triokle down Southern
hill,
Nor darkly flow along the Southern
| plains.
Would that such voice could now have
potent sway,
And hid Gus war, Gin hot haste,'' fe,
away.
MALONE, N. T., January, 1868.
L.B.F.
sA- Every Democrat ought to make
a rule to support. his own county pape
before he takes any other. We have n,
objection to mans taking as many cit,
papers as he pleases, but he does not shoy