Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1864-08-17
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From the Philadelphia Age.
HIN EG

LINES
'ted to Atrddan Lincoln upon his Proclao.a
seatny apart August 4th, 1864, a, dav ,
a""g' Humi!atio" and Proyer."
lew the years since peace this people bles
fruitful labor and with bounteous r,st:
y Sabbath bells, that called the lani to pray
er,
70 the sweet stiffness of the summer air,
ali our borders Ger, from year to year,
parsher music broke upon the ear
the broad grain fields Of the Nor.hsrl
plains
prosperous farmers drove their lOade,
wains-
fair sayannas Of the Southern land
ned with the tillago of the nogro's hand
simple negro, laboring with the light,
cheering with the dance his happy night
5aithtul heart was to his master bound,
thought had he hey ond his daily round
simple duties-all unsk illed to know
. he who fed him was his foe
nge to our souls were battles dread alarms,
old men had heard the clash ofarms.
that In wars that made aud kept us free
n all the States were One for Liberty.
! watched the peaceful summers come aNl
wane,
bsrsting fulness Of the golden grain
narked the days and told the passing hours
)ials garlanded with fruits and flowers;
Aow behold how changed the happy ptaln
REAPER falls where once he cut the grain
ews, once yellow with the ripening bread,
with the harvest OF tho untmsly dead
eodden meadows, red with ghastly strife,
q graves to those to whom they once gave
Life
pimple slave, torn from the fields he titled,
ught by craven Yankoe to be killed
IN their stead to play the warrior's part.
drive the bayoaet to his masters heart!
blackened chimney, tottering to the eattb,
% ghastly tokens of the ruined hearth.
sun goes down upon some scene OF death
y nanged sufferers gasp for failing breath
morrow sends the inexorable dart
breaks and blights some peOcsful, happy
heart
Fs who vail at eve, at noon were wives;
hour dooms helpless babes to orpha ned
lives,
ere we note the months by what thcy Jriac,
tuits OF summer and the flowers OF sp rim ~
w. they take Eo mark the passing years,
lOomy dial watch with darkening fears,
hours by butchered friends-tho brave and
good
eore our calendar in brothers blood.
hbbling Jester, who, Win uur-rUom .arva
oint joke on Misery's hdeous wails,
when Antietam's awful field lay spread
groaning wounded aud with murdered dead
he'd out no helping hand to iift or ssSo,
hooth the ghastly pathway to tho gravel
not word of cheer or friendly nod,
othe the victims to your party god,
rowned the pit0ouc cries of human voc
the congonial music Of Jim CroS !"
prs like this, Of anguish and despair,
}are TO summon smitten hearts to prayer
- 10 invoke tho beggared wretch to fast
Ion the poor loaf now left him Is his last
widows and their babes to leave their crust,
1e he who earned it sleepsin In Southern dust, }
by that God will guide and bless the hand
brought this ruin on our stricken land
you will--let fiddle and bsssoon
the leisure Of q crowned bufooni
Inns 20 round-let not the laughter fail
stintless slaughter tants the Southern
gale;
p your shambles, seize on legions more
sed and rot where iegions fell betorej
son from mother, husband tear frorn wife,
nter on the fields of fruitless strife;
.aught but tears and groans and misery be,
De last negro slave ia starved or free
khile the broken heart Its WOO endures,
no sacred grief with balm Of yours
mo not bursting bosoms to despair
nring wounds that your hands planted there
him not days to fast, but days to feed,
oso who suffer from perpetual need.
ot Gods temples be again profaned
layer for hands with daily slaughter stain
cd
rdOn asked for sins Of yesterday,
swords are whetting fer to-morrow's fray !
long Oh, Lord how long the mother
cries,
long Oh, Lord how long !" the widow
sighs,
enCe I" "a voice breathGs in her ear VIII
weeps,)
bill Gods awful justice only sleeps;
bill few moro months of dark nisrule
BID the nation of this thronod fool.
piles fat, rung from sea to sea,
Seal his doom aud make people free.
10 tho filthy purlieus whence he came
skulk, disguised, this wretched spawn o
hame;
despisod, scourged by twofold rod,
corn Of millions and the curse of God! !
JANIS !. SKUNK.
II Pa, August 4th, 1854.