Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1863-03-19

ny ALBERT riKE.

Bid him no more along the ocean sweep
Scream to the wiud-turn 10 the sun his eyes!
Az, down with Freedom from her rampant steep
From promonsory tall and prairie wide,
Where she hath been, till now, 20 dei6ed
Listen, how Europe rings from land to land.
With jeer and laugh and bitter, biting scorn.
Lo. kings sit smiling while the red right hand
or Treason waves above country, torn
With strife and tumult-aad their armies stand
Ready to darken our yet breaking mora.
Lending their aid to this unhallowed strife,
so lately sprung Of Terror into life.
Look on the future with prophetic eye.
Lo. on yon plain are armies gathering.
As mist collecting when the storm is nigh
And such storm. Along the hill sides cling
The light horse-and sh swift. patrolling spy
Hovers in front, like birds with restless wing
While here. the riaeman moves sure. but swift;
And there, the musketeers, unbrok0n drift.
The battle. Listen to the musketry!
While ever and anon, amid the roll.
Cries but the cannon. Lo, the cavalry,
Csrcering down like storms that seek their goal
And now, a. sea doth 6ercely dash with sea,
The stern battalions charge, with one soul;
And now, like sea that break in spray and rain.
I. The broken bands o floating back again!
The fight is DER. and here lies many one,
With bosom crushed by hoof or heavier train
The hoary head lies glttering in the sun,
Pillowcd upon the chargers misty name
Andjust anear. with hair like moonIisht's sun.
delicate boy is fallen. Lo, the staia
OF blood around his no,ril and lip,
While just below his heart the gore doth dn,.
i The banner Of your a:e is laid full low
Rebellion seems approaching to IS end
And 10 ely shapes among the carnage 60.
| Pccrins into dead eyes with downward bend
For men arc seeking mid the fallen foe.
son, sire. brother. or. at least friend
And ever and anon upon tho air,
Rises the piercing vail Of wild despair.
Where are your leadersf Where are they who lct
Your souls into this prrilous abyssl
The bravest and the best arc lying dead,
Shrouded in treason and dark perjuries:
The most Of them have basely from you fed,
Followed by scorn's uncnding, general HAS.
i>u ihio ianos tAat lSiOCIty ulsowEs,
And crouched within the shadow OF tall thrones.
All. here they come--and with them many ban,
! OF hireling serfs. sent out by your liege lord
And good ally, the autocrat most grand,
Or august Emperor: heleads this horde,
To bend your brethren unto your command,
And you TO his: N " draw again the sword.
Onward: 'Tis Gods annointed now that leads
And he that dissh, for the Emperor blecds!
And this. oh. God. !. ills to be our fatea
Dissraced, degraded, humbled and aba.ed--
Sunken for ever from high estate
To wander over Tyrany's dark waste,
To crouch ike slaves around DcspoI's gate
Bend at his nod, and at his mandate haste1
oh. Thou has thus far thy aidance lent, -
Avert the doom-spirit Omnipo,cn:.
Turn theE! before the final seal be set
| To your apostacy--bcfore he food
iswakened by ycur murmur and Jour fret,
And whelms you in Its mighty solitude.
Turn to your duty. ere your land be wet
By the pollution Of brothers blood
Ere the avensing angel spread his wing.
And where its shadow falls herbs never spring.
Oh. turn. that when some day men make you
grave. ..f.-I
They say not. 40 they pile the parting sod,
"Here hes traitor." or "herc lies slayew
Turn. let. hencef- rth. old men above i. nod,
And warn their children to be no traitor knavc,
! Toreverence their country and their God.
And never to deserve so foul a doom ,s., ~.
A. that which men hare written on your tomb.
Say: are ye never troubled in Jour dreams,
i With spirits rising from Jour fathers .ombs,
And in the darkness Of the moons thin CLEANS,
Warning you all Of those eternal dooms,
Which haunt the traitor like devouring beams,
Until his heart Is withered or eonsumesf
Oh, these must haunt you-these more nebl
These heroes, who we're Lbertys best sons.
Had sire. who thus from death could rise,
= Point to his wounds. and Say with these bot
That freedom which y u now 90 much despise-
With these sealed the compact you have soush
To break and mar.-Ob. I would close nv ewes.
For shame, that TO sin had thus been wrought.
Yes-heap ~ dust and ashes on my head,
As knave corrupt, or idiot misled! 'is
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~ We learn that Mr.. Cellar has re
commended for the Enrolling Beard o
I this Congressional District 90 toHowe: w