The Lansing state Republican., 1865-02-01

~ , G. wHrTTiER
slTOlg and mighty angel
Naini .rri3.e. AM bright.
The cross iu b'enlel red az yl-s
Upon h.s mantle whIe'
Two captivcs D. hin knes.lng
Eiel % h.s 5r0Sen clalu,
sang Iraset . Coz y b rase1
The cead 70 life again
Dropping bis cross wrought Mantle,
Wear this ' tie AnselsllI.
LA ~ 2, OF-- . otn' = priest, - Il sr--
ia Whit, the b 1e, and red -
Then rose up John Re Matha.
In the strength The Lord christ yava.
Ard 2sei, through a he l-nI II Franc
Tue IaLs IA Of a ave.
The gates Of tower AMI castle
Before him open y.
The drawOriige al Lis comingfen
The door bait bacA ward drew
For all mon owned his crrand
And pait his righfeols tax,
An tle hearts, oi lord AMI peasant
Were IN his hands as wax.
At last, outbound from Tunis
HIS bark her anchor weighed.
fre.ghio With seVeL-sc0rs ClI .ztIan so-is
Whose ransom h had piif
Eat, torn by rayn n hatrst,
Hes ais alter hGug.
A. IN ths y ia w ivcs ru4Ier.ass.
A shattere1 hu.s she sw-ng
God save US '' cried tie captain
For nalght can Inan avail.
Oh. woe betite th- slip that lacks
Her rudder aud her sai.
"Behiud ne are The M1ormen.
At sea W. sink OF strand.
Ihcfe' death upon the water.
There g death upon tie land g.
Then up sake john deMltl..
"Col's crrlnds never f4uf
Take thou tAe mantle Which wear
And make q, IL sail
They raisel The crc.s-xrouai ,,l..tls
The blue. tie white the r.f.
Ahd straight before the wind OF sLore
The slip " ETeelom sped.
"Cod help US ;" cried the searnen
''for vain is mortal ssil;
The soo- ship, ou d stormy sea,
ls drifting a. lis VII"
Then Up spake John De Matha.
1ly mariners, never fear;
Tie Lord whose breath has nllci her sail
May well orr vessel steer .n
%, on through storm AMI darkness
lhey drove fcr weary hours.
And 10 the third gray morning shown
On OstM friendly towers
And on the walls the watchers
Tie ship o. mercy klew-
They knew far Of its holy cross-
The red, the white, ana blue
and the bells IN all the sieeples
Rang olt IN glad accort,
To we.come home 10 Christial soil
The ransOmed Of the Lord
So runs the ancient legend
BY bard and painter told:
And 10 the cycle rounds again
The new IS as tie Ult
With rldder foully broken.
And sails by traitors torn.
Our country, on a midnight sea
Is waiting FOR the morn.
Before her, nameless terror;
Behind, tie pirate foe;
The clouds are black above her,
The sea .slwh. .te below.
The hope or ell who suffer,
The dread Of all who wrong;
She drifts IN iarklCs7 anl ia Storm
How long, o LCrl how long,
But courage, o nv mariners
Ye shall not snl-r wreck
While up % Cot the irtetmon's prayers
Are rising from your deck
Is no, your sail the banner
Which God hath best anew.
The mantle that DeMatha wore
The rel the white, the b!ues
It's hurs arc al of heaven
The red Of slnset's iye.
The whiteness o. the moon-lit cloud
The blue oi mOrniug's SKY.
Wat cheerily, then, 0 mariners.
For daylight and for land.
he breath Of God Is your SAL,
Your rudder IS his hand.
Sail on, sail on, deep freirhted
With blessings and with hopes:
The saints Of OLD, with shadOwy hands
Are pulling at ycur ropes.
Behind ye holy martyrs
Upiit tie palm ami crown:
Before y unborn ages send
Their benedictiOns down.
Take heartfroIn John De Matha -
Gods errands never fail
Sweep on through storm and darkness.
The thunder aad the haili
Sal on the morning ccmeth,
The port ye vet shall win:
And al The bells Of God shallriug
The good ship bravely in