Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1865-05-08
Al.,. the Track Of War.

With stately step and cleaning banners.
Freedom goes marching his hbersting
rounds. The old man who. during eighty
wears. has bowed under the la~h. lifts up
his ebon hands and praises God with the
rude eloquence of the barbarian; and the
young girl. white as the Caucasian. and
attainted only with the cruel genealogy OF
the slave-pen. claps her hands as she es-
capes from the en- braces of the brutal
adulterer. The bloodhound lies dead on
the trail Of the fugitive the auction block
i deserted; the rawhide has sIitftned in
the sun or rotted in the rain; the rusted
links are cloven; the ground has diied at
the foot of the whipping post, and only
where the Flag of the Union Is not, preg-
nant women cry to God under the whist
ling lash of the overSeer. Round the
circle of the late year, Time has borne
wonderful events; and a. the heraldS OF
the morning begin to shoot their silver
streams over the eastern mountain tops,
ten thousand tongues lift up their anthems
of praise. In spite of the drouth, the
thirsty earth puts forth her offering OF
fruits and flowers and the purple clusters
OF the vine, and the hearts of free ppo-
pie. each like a living fountain, overflow
with exulrant joy. They rejoice that they
have been born TO live in the second and
and more glorious age Of the Republic,
when the sublime prophecy uttered in In
dependence Hall is being fulfilled; when
the black demon of Slavery is going down
forever TO hiS native he'll. and when the
full light of Civilization overspreads the
land.
Now has come the grand de!iverance for
which the prayers of millions have been
ascending in cohorts. and the sign OF our
nationality stands forth in the full ab~olut-
ism of Freedom, more glorious. more ex.
ultant than the imperial standard OF the
Caesars. Full in the sight of nations 1t
sweeps over its lost empire. and wherever
its lengthening shadow falls. the bondman
bursts off his fetters and leaps like the
bounding roe.
But in the exultation Of universal free
dom and the restoration of national glory.
let Us not forget that the black plumes OF
mourning hang in hundred thousand
Northern homes. The pine bsrrenS OF
Virginia. made sterile by the blight OF
SldNtTN. nave OeeIl IeTtlllZeO Ul lIlS llIOSS
heroic blood of the nation; and the low
moan of widowhood. and the lamentations
of the childless make melancholy in the
land which traitors have made one vast
Gethsemane. Still the air is heavy with
ominous sounds as Of a great multitude
rushing TO battle. and rows of bayonets
CLEAN where the yellow corn used TO bow
its golden head TO the reaper. But the
noon of national judgment day is past and
the peaceful evening draws on when
grateful nation will go out TO gather and
en~hrine the dust of her lost heroes.
Would that We could live to help build
sublime monument TO immortalize their
tame-a structure deep founded and strong
cemented, a stately and imperi>hable col
umn. mounting TO the clouds and still!
ascending. until its lofty capitals wooed
the skies and glistened with crown of
perpetual frost. Let it, structure be more
enduring than thar Of the pyramids, holier
than the shrine of Mecca, and to which
uncounted generations will repair with
the sweet incense of freemen's gratitude
5. F. Flag.