The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1863-08-06
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''T'he Night Cometh, also the Morn.
ing"

Aho bNHHuoabi Euuuiiehb EChliu
= oftho nations Of the earth
A land that horo-martyrs
Hath given sacred birth.
Long had waved in matchloss beauty
On tho shores Of tho New World,
Her starry flag of glory,
On the land and sea unfurlcd.
Tho Joy of hor great people,
The praise of fother lands,
In hor majesty cncirclcd
by THE UNIoN's golden bands.
Swiftly four-scorc years moved onward,
Down tho rapid stream Of Time;
On those years tho history written
Ofour land had been sublime.
Her starry flag triumphant
onlstormy field and food,
Herpeople firm united
In one common brotherhood.
Like the babc soothcd to its slumbor
BY the mothers lullaby,
SO, softly had been chnntod
Tho sweet song Of Liberty,
To Americas great people
bringing safety and repose,
While the forests of tho New World
Had blossomod like tho rose.
For long yonrs our proud, bright Eagle
Had clapp'd his wings with Joy
Above the glorious fabric
No rudo hand might destroy;
And bird Of light and beauty
A pure and snowy dove
Flow back and forth from Nerth to South,
On wings Of Peace and Love.
We had thought oil bloody conflict,
All darker days were o'er;-
Friend watched for friends returning
From battlc-lelds no more.
There was no need the patriot
Should leave his household hand,
Aud we know in memory only
The war-tlmso Of our land,
Tho biticr tears of anguish
Fell no more like summor-raln,
Tho corn grow green and stately
Whore was once the battlc.plain;
We thought the Past 70 glorious,
That tho Future would be bl .ght,
And looked lightly on the shadows
That forctold the comm. night.
N"!-A pcaaofnl, happy people,
We thought it could not bc
That the storm ofwar was gathering
O'cr he dear land of the free.
But wo woke to hear the cannon
LAUNDERING at Sumter's walls,
And to sec arch-trators stalking
In tho Nntiou's council-halls.
Twas M naughty foreign fpcmau
From DER tn odstant sea,
That sought to overthrow tho shrine
Ofsacred Liberty.
But her own ungratoh,l children,
Who chose the traitors part,
And now strive to break with anguish
The Unions mighty heart.
Such deed of hate and malice,
Such madness doth It seem,
IT'S like some hldoous phantom
or a dark bowildorcd droa m.
But we know by the tread of armies,
Buglc-blast and beat OF drum,
oEthe ain ana smoke o carnage,
That our Country's night has come.
YeI-by the fallen heroes
Who sleep on hill and plain,
The many martyrod thousands
In the dreadful carnage slain;-
By the gladnoss and tho love.light
Gone out in many homo,
We know that to America
Tho night of wo has come,
Not to the shrine of Freedom,
Have our people bowed alone,
Else we had not heard In sack cloth
Our oountry's dirgc.llke moan.
'Tis again the old-time struggle,
And tho life blood freely flows
In this stern and fearful conflict
With Liberty's dread foes.
Oh, watchmen our Nation,
What Oftho gloomy night2
Doth no faint CLEAN bctoken
The mornings golden light2
Shall our great and glorious heritage,
Purchased with blood and tears,
In Its majesty and beauty stand
But elghty-siX brlefyearsl
Shall the thronod and naughty despots,
Beyond tho mighty sea,
Laugh In their proud dorision
At the Nation of the freel
Shall our starry flag OF glory
All Its honor and renown- ... -r..
All the Past's dear thrilling memories
In one gloomy grave go downi
To the watohmen Of our Nation,
Still We cry, "What OF the nightf"
Aud they point to people rallying
To defend tho True and Right
To the patriots aud tho heroes
Gathering from East aud West,
For the cause Of Truth and Freedom
Barring each manly brerst
BY tho gathering Of those thousands
From store and shop and farm,
by the great God of tho Nation,
Who nerves the patriots arm,
Tbs watchmen proudly answer,
"For people In the right,
A glorious morning oomoth
Aiter the gloomy night"
Shall we count the costly sacrifice
To sustain tho god-liko plan
Life, Liberty and Happiness,
And the Brotherhood Of Manp
IT'S the same sad, odon story,
Since he into being sprang,
And o'or world Of beauty
Morning stars together sang.
Yes, the same sad, olden story,
Though to us 30 strangely new
Old as the worlds first murderer,
Who his righteous brother slow.
Ever since, through smoke Of battle,
glory and guilt Of war,
Hail we the sign Of Freedoms
Bright aud eyor.radiant star,