The daily mountaineer. (Dalles, Or.) 1861-1866, 1864-03-20
9ailg Manntatneer
DISUNION.

There's sound on the wind there's THRILL chilling cry
Going past the blast through the comfortless sky.
In the night is wailing that keenly hath Glove
Through my heart, like the pain Of an unhappy love
And the Nation, In slumbers she will mot resign,
Is vexed and disturbed by sound and o sign;
An sobs in her Sleep the warnings go past,
There is danger-and dscord-and death on the blast"
And whence comes the wndl and what causes the pain,
And wherefore this whisper from Texas to Mainey
And why in the fullness and depth of her rest,
Should the heart of Mother in dreams be DISTRESSED
Potomacs blue waters are clear as the skies,
And the chiefs that sit by them valiant and wise;
But low laughing fend to their counses has stole,
And darkens with tempest the calm of each soul
A poison unwonted corrOdes In their veins,
wild frenzy is racing their hearts and their brains,
And the demon still misses in whispers of fear,
"DIsUNIoNl DIsUNI0Nl !" In each maddened ear;
And this Is the reason that pain and dismay
Glide like ghosts hro the night and make pallid the day.
And from thence are the sgs and the sounds that have
For her children the heart Of our mother afraid mHde
is 1t 50, can 1t bel are they prophets who say
That night shall return on the light Of our dayi .
Shall the despots whose hootngs ring sharp in ears
Exult In our downhll-reoice in our tears :
Was 1t all but a dream, bright vision that came
On the camps of fathers through battle and amel
Did she whisper In vain in each as she pass'd,
'There's temple found here for Jehovah at last
On this fresh land Of God ye shall worship and d&eb
Pass on through the hreby your trials made strong;
Leave not your borders one footprint of wrong.
BE as and cling close as the drops in the wave
Strike firm and fear not-free home or the grave 70
o, woe to the land where these words are forgot!
Alas for the nation where union Is not
Mourn, mourn, anu lament for the ill-fated shore,
Ye millions who toll In the South or the North
Ye with strong iron, and hearts of true worth,
Wipe the sweat from your brows look alo and behold
On the sweeping west wind, there'e banner unroed
Not inch of that flag but was purchased by strife
Not q thread In its woOf bat was won by A life
Ts your hope-your last hope while 1t floats there shall
A laad undivided, that Is free. [be
Will YOU dare you stand idle whle madmen draw near
And rend the bright banner that cost You deari s,
Speak aoud-they shall lisen-for, oh, they know we'll
This life Is your favor, your anger their knell.
One shout for the Union cheer for the band
Who reared the stard flag in the night of our land,
And we'll see who shall whisper "disunon strife'
When the heart Of the nation rekndles with lifel
God shield thee, Green Erin for manhood no more
Has homestead, or harvest or hope on thy shore;
And France like Titan, awakened by pain,
Struck MY one bow and now slumbers again.
Italia lies bleeding and Kossuth has fed,
While the band that hung round him exed and dead.
Here lonely we only the flag have unfurl'd.
In whose shadow may rest the oppressed Of the world
And woe to the foe, who by discord or war,
Would qtench IN our standard the beams Of a starl
Though his heart be of iron, his hand made SO bold
As to break the strong band that woven Of old;
Yet heed well the sequel our banner of blue
Has stripes for the fOeman, stars for the true
And the shall not shine the man that shall
Dismember'd or conquered the Flag of the Free.
-EdDard Pollock, 1868.