Weekly Trinity journal. [volume] (Weaverville, Calif.) 1857-1972, 1865-07-08
WELLS POEM.
READ AT THE CELEBRATION IN wEAvERvILL
i July 4th, 1885.

July 4th, 1 s66.
With grateful hearts our songs we raise,
Now to the Lord of hosts be praise
Let shouts our joy adorn!
That We have lived this day to see,
To celebrate, erect and free
Without blush to mar our glee,
Our Country's natal morn.
In spite of doubt and tmid fear,
Columbia, in her nineteth year
Looks forward to her prime:
No symptoms of decay We find.
No chains are seen. save those which bind
The criminal from crime.
Her first great peril, and her last,
Secession's dark, Satanic blast
Hath gathered, burst, forever passed,
In four short years of time.
Four years and we have lived an age,
And written upon history's page
More noble deeds for fame,
Than England in her long career
Of struggling to enlarge her sphere
Hath added to her name:
More laurels have our heroes gained
Than France with all her power attained,
When led by him who proudly reigned
The chosen of Mars.
More honors can we call our own,
Than the Old World combined hath shown
Through centuries of wars.
For we have battled for the cause
os equal rights, and equal laws,
And won the victory too:
Twas universal Freedoms fight
The final triumph of the right
The toiing many in their might
Against the idle few
Who now but feels his soul ablaze
That, through its bright and darksome days
He keeps earnest, trusting gaze
Whereer THAT BANNER flows;
That he hath given all his heart,
And borne howe'er small part
To conquer all its foes.
And is there one amid the throng,
Who calmly viewed its grievous wrong
With feelings dead and cold.
Who looked to its coiors furied.
Its glory dlmmed before the world,
Its history all told
Stands he to-day among his mates,
The man from Union-loving States
Who dared to smile when adverse fates
Seemed gathering round each foidi
We will not curse him, though his aid
Hath nerved the trcacheroas arms which laid
Our brothers in their gore;
For oh. in future years
A fortune fixed for such as he
fortune dark and sore.
We see him shrinking from the walk
OF patriot soldiers, met to talk
Their Union victories DER
We see his children blush with shame
That they through life must lear the mama
traitor father bore.
And where are they misguided men,
Who battled with the sword and pen,
Against our country's weal'
Who strove in vain with fiery stroke,
To shatter all its ribs of oak,
And crush its plates of STEEL
Their lands laid waste-their goods prize
Their treason stripped of all Disguise
Their crimes held up before their eyes
Haunted by conscience still
Deserted by each foreign aid
Their bondmcn freed, and now arrayei
Their masters posts to fill
scarne,l b. mankind OF every class
i pity one and ALI Alas!
We fear n III never VIII.
AMI where is he who while their cause
Seemed stronger than the nations laws
So proudly led the van'
Pcrjured mpostorl Satan's peer:
Tie closing scenes in his
Are worthy f tie man.
Where Georgian skies look mildly down,
The citizens of Irwin town
Beheld their chieftain Of renown.
Like felon tracked and traced;
In the " last dtch,'' afraid to fight
Which way he turns, the hope of flight,
(His last fond hope) erased:
Cringing beneath the southern vine
Disguised, unsexed-ah. Crinolins
Was never SO dissraced.
Now treason's fTtfnl strife is DER,
The clash of arms is heard no more.
The notes Of battle cease;
With pride joyful nation sees
Her flag triumphant mount the breeze
Her wealth and power increase.
Before the world prepared again
To her rights. 1t rests with them
Enslavcrs of their fellow men
To choose for war, peace.
Pause we here to mourn our dead,