New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1866-02-23


With clouds Of thunder "a . crest,
Where still your conluering prows "ero
pressed
Wars lightning welded in yoar hsad'
We. too, released, 10 longer feel
The threat oi battle, storm ent tocs--
TorpcdocS grating OF the keel,
While the strained slcS with broadsidss reel
AID t1rrei, feel thu dintirg shcck.
JOINT Sayiors of the !.and' To-5,y
What gucrdon as YOU Of the iaaI!
No boon too great Or you TO pay
What can it give that could repay
The men We miss from our worn bani 7
The men who lie in trench ard swamp,
The dead who rock beneath The wave.
The brother souls OF march and camp.
Bright spirts-each shining lamp,
Teaching our children to be brave
And thon-Crcai Shade in whom was nufSed
The germ and grandeur of our land
Ia peace, in WAY, i. rovcrcnc" first,
Who taught our infancy to burst
The tightening yoke Of Britsiu'S hand!
Thou, 100, from my Celestial height
VIII join the prayer we make to-day
Homes for the crippled In the fight
And, wha, Of life is left, madc bright
By al that gratitude caa pay.
Teach these who loll IN cilded seats,
With noddine plume and ieweied gown,
Boosting pedigree tina; dates
Back 10 the men who svayed the fi'e'
When Thou wert ba.tl.as B7i'ains crown
That ere the world century swim,
Through timc-th.s poor, blue-coatcd host,
With breyet-rank OF shattered limbs,
viii swell the fame in choral hymns
And be Of pride the proutost boast!
Homes for The men We ask, iinp'orc;
The brave who limbs and vigcrgaye,
That North ard South. from shore 10 shore,
One free, rich, bourle,, country DER.
The aag of WASHINGTON should wave!
The llg that iiIst-the day rccan-
Long years age, one summer nom,
Flashed up DER Independence Hal,
4 metc0I-mc-senger Ia ali,
That new Nation hcrc WAS born
oil. wives and daughters Of the land
To every genilcr impulse true,
TO Won We raise the invoking hlni
Take pity on our stricken banl.
These DEM gods disguised in Blue!
More sweet than coo OF pairing birds
Your voice when urging gentle deeds,
And power and beauty clothe her words
4 West-wind through the hearts thrilled
chords
when womau'- voice Tor pity pleads.
To YOU leave the soldiers doom,
Your glis,ening eyes assure ms right
Oh. think through many a night Of gloom,
when round You all was Ugh, and bloom,
And he preparing for the fight
The soldier badc his fancy roam
Far from the foes ba,talions proud
From camps, and hot ste,ds champing foam,
And fondly on your breast q, home
The forehead OF hi. spirit bowed
Oh by the legions Of he Dead,
Whose ears even yet our love may reach
Whose souls, in fight or prison fed,
Now swarm III column overhead,
winging with fire my falteTins SPeechi
From stricken fields and ocean cavo'
hear their voice and cry instead
g Gazing upon our myriad graves,
Re generous TO the crippled brave.
Who were the Comrades of the Dead'
Our Cause was holy 10 the high,
OF hottest cause 10 manhood given.
For Peace and Liberty to smitc,
And while the warm blood bounded bright,
For these to die, if called By Heaven!
The dead are cared form the clay
The grinning skull no laurel seeks;
But for the wounded Of the fray
Ii is through my weak lips to-day
The ORDER OF TIE LEGION speaks.