New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1864-11-26
RESURGAM.

RIsURGAM.
let The nations talk
While Freedom droops, with oil her colors down.
With great cloud upon her Old reno"n;
While IN the sunlight traitors dare " WINS
It is The boasier's hourl
II IL the time o. separates from the trpe
Those paItering fools WHO have mol srehytn " w
One honest deed against an eVIi power
For single hearted men,
Who know creed but Cruss de for the Kient,
Whom smaller interests sway not IN this hghl
Tie Cross and Thorns OF Chris;doin come again
What time they stand
IN pil!ory. while Ignorance may revile,
And i'Ieyudiee my sEeer with DeoI smhe, ,
And Wrong be free 10 strike with bastard hand.
But not Ter lorgl
Is any might that waits not for its dawn
Prom any work il Gods good hand withdrawn
Is any night oermastered by the wrong'
Asths Lord lveth--No'
Above 6 night of this most sore distress
Shall ritt the healing sun ofrighteoushessi
The harvest is Tic surcr. being Slow
The spin. Of an cnviablo death-scenc is wildly
IN the piece entitled
LoYALTY'S LAST EFFORT.
fHe dill not speak or aner receiving the fatal wound
mt, comrade b,rds Lin, said What cheer Tor the
Jn.onII
LIES sands were ebbirg fast
And darkness wrapped his failing mind about
And then In gloom at last,
blemcys spent lamp went out
Ard thus he lay.
While elow.y dragged along each weary hour;
Ynowinr not nglt or day.
Suffering. beiefi Of power.
And Love irs vigil kept
Love. whose heroic spirit ialiereth notl
And one. his dearest, there IA anguish "ept,
Because re was forgot.
Dear hands were on hls brow
True eyes IN anxious pity sought Lis own:
"Dcafest dost thou not know rHt now
Alas ne knew not one
Another came.
Graspiug his poor worn hand with cheering
"Knowcst thou not ne - The silence was the
esDei
10 CROPPED in gloom alone.
"Onc question more
Hath no last prayer for Freedoms deaihless
O pa,riot Icart so braycly stanch Of yorer
They bent IN breatLess pause
And then oil. ttcu'
Il seemed ~ II blaze Of glory bright
Had cleft the quickly gathering gloom III twain
And swept away the night.
The dull eye cleaned
The ilane face was lighted up with JOY;
Der sll a grand celestial radiance beanod,
Which death could not destroy:
God save the trampled RIGHT
God keep nlofL our glorious Stripes and Stars
UNION IcEEvTRi Con raGcs, 10 the nsht y
Ended were 81 his wars
A true poe,ical fancy is finely blended with The
tender pathos of The following;
IHR SNOW AT FREDERICKSBURG.
Drin over iic slopes ofthc sunrise land,
q wonderful. wonderful snogi
o. pGrset tie breast Of virgin saint
of lAlf.,
Over tie slopes of tie sunrise land,
And into the haunted cells
Ofite forests Of pine. where the sobbing winds
Are tuning their memory BELLS
Into the forests OF signing pines.
And over th0sr yellow slopes
That seem but the work Of the cleaying plough,
But cnrcr 50 many hDIesl
They nTc MANY indeed. anl sraighty made,
Not ahepen with loving care;
But tho sous let out aid tie broken blades
Nay never be counted heTet
Fall over those lonely hero graves,
O de.icaiedfcppiup snOwi
Like tie blessing Of Gods pnfaltering love
On The warrior heads below;
Lie the tender sgh " e mothers son,
As she wHiieth aid Watcheth for one
WHO will never come back from the sunrise land
When tbs Terrible war done
And here. where Ieth the high Of heart
Daft white o. ths bridal veil
That viii never be- WON by the dropping girl
WHO si,teih al.r. So Pale.
Fail FIST as lbe tears OK tie suffering wife,
Who .tretc.s.h doepairing hands
Out = the h,o0d.roi battle hclds
Thai crimson the eastern sands.
Fall IN thy virgin tenderness.
q dClis g. sLUw aid cover
The graves ofonr Heroes, sauctlhed.
Husband. nd son. and over
DAFT 'rldefly over those yellow slopes,
Aud I.eiuW err deep distress,
And Pot ne ~ rBd ~ the snliyen souls,
AID iheiI mantle. u righteousness.
The volume from which We have taken these eX'
tracts gives promise Of wider range Of imagina-
ton and more subtle power OF execution than has
apparently yet been attained By the writer She is
still too mach under the influence of fayontc
models both in thought and construction, and
needs greater degree Of fe.t-conhdeDee to give
free play 10 her powers which 20 say the least are
Of an order 20 warrant favorable anticipatlons OF
future achievements. From occasional personal
hints in the course Of the volume, it maybe inferred
that the writer has been taught the lessons Of wis
dom in a seyercr school than that Of poetry and
art.
You know story. In my youth
The hand Of God fell heavily
Upon me.-and knew my lio
Erm thence must silent d..