The Cleveland leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1865-1865, 1865-07-28
DAILY LEADER.
DIR. HOLMES, POsM at THE HAR,
VAKU DIaEER.

-Four SUMMERS coined their golden light in leaves,
-Four vastefai sutumns flung them 20 tbs gale,
-Four WiaIers wore the shroui the tempest NeaVess
The fou1h wan April weYt DER hill snd vale;
And sailI the war clouds scowIed on sea aod land /;
With the red CLEANS Of battle staining through,
When loi as ported by an angels hand,
They opsn, aud The heavens again are bluei
Which is the dream. The pres mt or The past2
The night Of anguish or the joyous mOrn7
The long, long years with horrors overcast,
Or she swset promise Of the day neW-born3
Tel NJ, Oh father, AZ thine arms erfold
Thy belted hrst-bOrn in their fast Embrace,
Murmuriug the prayer The Patrizreh bresthtd Of
"NOw let me die, for I have seen thy facet
Tell us. 0 Dother-nsy, thou caus't not sp.aE,
Butihy fond ey's shall answer, brimm.d with
Press thy mute lips against the sun-brOvnsd
cheek,
Is this a phsntSm-thy returning boy'
Tell US, o maidsn-Ah, What csns't thou tell
That Ma ure's record is net first 10 Ieach-
Ths open volume all eau read 20 well,
With It's tSiu Tose-hued pages full Of speech?
Ard ye who mourn your dead hoW Btern'y true
She cruel hour IhRt wrenched heir lives assy,
Swallowed " tn sorrows midnight veil for you,
1Cr then, the dawniTg Of immortal dsyi
Dream like thse years of conflict, not a dreami
Death, ruio, ashes tell Il e awful tale, &
Read BY the fleming war-irAek's turid glesm:
No dream, bat truth thaE turns the nations pale !
For on the pillar raised by martyr hands
BurUs the trkindled beacon q the right,
So wing its seeds Of fire DER sll this lands
Tn ones look a century older in its light
Rome had her tIiumphs round the conquerer's
Til. ensigUs waved. the brazen e~IariOns blew,
And Ger the reekinE spills ofbandit war
With ou,tpread wings the cruel eagles flew.
Arms, treasures, cAptives, kings in cIanking chains
Urged on by tramPliDg cohorts bronzsd and
Ans wiId-syed wonders SHARED on LyBian plains,
SLion and ostrich and oameleOPard.
Vain AL that prmtors cIutched, that oonsuIs bro't
When Rome's returning lsgions ciOwGed tneir
lord;
Less than the least brave deed these hands have
We clasp unc'enchiDg from the b cody sword.
Theirs was the mighty work that seerI foretOld,
Thy know not half their glorious toll has Woni
For this is Heavens same b~Attle-jOined Of old
When Athens fought for US at MarsthOnl
Behold a vision none hath understoOdI
I THE breaking Of the Apocalyptic ZEAL;
Twice rings the summons Hail. and fire and
blOOdI
Then the third angel blows his trumpet peal.
Loud vail the dWsIlers on the myrtled coasts,
The green saYaunshs swell the maddened cry,
And with ayell from all the demon hosts
Falls the great star called from the
tky.
Bitter it mingles With the poisoned flow
or the warm rivers winding to the shore;
Thousands must drink the waves OF death and woe,
But the star Norwood stains the heavens no
more.
Peace smiles at last; the Nation caIIs her sons
To sheathe the sword her battie-h < sue furls,
Speaks in glad thund7rs from unshottsd guns,
And hides her Iubies under mi k-White pearls.
o ye that fought for Freedom, living dead,
Ine sacntd hest Of Gods anointed Queen,
For every holy diOp your veins have shed
We breathe a welcome 10 our bowers Of RreenI
Welcome, ye hIingI from the foeman's gdpe
Your o~ountry's banner It was yours 10 west
All, many 3 forehesd shows the bauner stripe,
And stars, once crimson, hallOW many q breast.
And ye, pale heroes, who from gioTy's bed
Mark when your old battsliOns form in line,
Move in their marching ranks with nOiseless tread,
And shape unheafd the evening eounterS'gn.
Come with your comrades, the returning brave,
shoulder to shoulder, they await you h=Te;
Thee lent the life their martyr brothers gave
Living and dead alike forever deari
o. ". HoLHEs.