Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1864-02-25

Awake awake thOu SluulOcTllS Noltll
And send thy valiant legions forth;
Go forth and break the oppressor's rod,
Go forth and trust in Cromwell's God.
Fling out our banner bid ii float,
Fear not the lannon's laundering throat;
Honor the State that gave you birth,
Strike red hand treason to the earth;
Strike till the naughty Southron yield
Strike till the vanquished quit the field,
No tardy feet, the threshold cross,
Nor linger, let the day be lost
Let freedom be your battle cry,
And for your country dare to die;
Aud should We faint or falter-hark
Remember ALLEN ,-WARNBR,-STARK.
III.
We come! we come was their lofty cry,
Our hearts are true and our weapons
bright;
To fight and to conquer, to do and die,
Till traitors sink in a Staress night.
We have turned our pruning hooks into
spears, ..
We have moulded our pillow shares in
TO swords;
Farewell to the peace of fifty years.
To arms and vanquish the rebel hordes.
And from North, where Missisco's wa
tcrs lave,
And South where the Green ridge sinks
to hill;
From Connecticutsvalley to Champlain's
wave,
They came, the men Of the iron-will.
The moutain peaks echoed from rock and
glen,
To the flies shrill notes, TO the roll of
the drum
fDAs when Roderick Summoned Clan
Alpine's men,
They answering shouted We come we
come
O Fate so mystic and so dumb;
o hour of parting and of pain!
Hope and despair alternate reign'
The day of sad farewells hath come
And now they gather round sweet home,
All will they see that home again
at go my lovedp the soldier said, ...
Heavens blessings rest on thee Away;
To-morrow'll find me far away"
Then parent, wife, and mountain maid,
Looked through the raining tears and
prayed,
God help thee in the dreadful fray"
Farewell my loved ones all, he cried,
Farewell Vermont my JOY, my boast"
Farewell, - his feet the threshold
crossed ...t
Farewell" they one and all replied,
The soldier brushed his tears aside,
And sped to join the mastering host.
V.
| The first and foremost everywhere,
With steady aim and dash and cheers;
| Where rudely sweeps the storm of war
Are seen our noble volunteers.
! (eBig Bethel first their p.owess proved,
Bull Run but fired their hearts to steel,
Lees Mills their daring valor moved
And showed their stern unconquered
| The gazing armies held their breath
| They charged the foe at double quick !;
| They rushed right in the jaws of death,
While red with blood ran Warwick
| Creek. Ks
At York the foemen holly pressed,
Fast, fast theiy flying ranks they urge;
And still our men in bold unrest,
| (d)"All ready stood at Williamsburg.
In Chickahominy' dreary swamps,
Where fever breathed its poisonous
| g#' 81 breath; r
By days fierce heat, - by evenings
| damps,- ~
They strove with rebels and with
| Isl death. M
Then came the Battle-week" of blood !;
Thrice and again the foe was foiled,
They fell upon Virginia's sod,
They sleep beneath Virginia's SOIL
South Mountain found them wide
| as awake, aE aE
Their bayonets flashing in the sun;
The traitors bristling ranks they break,
Nor halt until the day is won.
And when thy fields, Q Antietam,
| Won earthly glories neer shall fade
With serried columns bold and calm
| None faltered in Vermonts Brigade
| And rebel troopers found a grave, 81
Or fled like sheep at Ashby's Gap;
| When Vermont's. horsemen quick and
a brave, aftIE43 ~
Fell on them like thunder clap.
| At fredericksburg, and Chancell orsville,
| ~ roar, 4faa aat
| Shall tell their sturdy valor till
| Old Times red battles all are DER.
| When freemen treason's minions met
|. At Gettysburg, our men We're there,
| To drive them from the Keystone
| State
| Back to their own detested lair.
| Where Mississippi rolls along
| Her dark, still waters, grand and
| huge;
With cleaning steel and shout and song,
| They bled and died at Baton Rouge.
| The Delta States broad bayous saw
Their flag in triumph at Teche;
| Boutte, and Allamands proud hurrahs,
Rang out their hard-won victory.
! Impetuous on the Forts they fly;
! Port Hudson saw them bound TO win,-
| Saw death or victory in each eye,
Then ope'd her gates and let them in.
| In many skirinish, many scout,
On watch by night,-on march by
| day,
| Their muskets keep sharp lookout,
Their good swords hold the foe at bay.
! On horse, on foot, in camp, on field,
/ They bear our flag to victory,
| And ne'er to traitors basely yield,
Till all our Father Land is FRsa-