The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1867-07-23
POETRY.
1Y OLLIE L. l.. THOMAS.


Neat thy sun. oh! liberty
Peal.ng bells, and martial measures
Usher in our jubilee
Brows are fair with Light and beauty.
lips attune1 to mirth an song,
Groves, and streams AMI blushing lowc
To this graceful day belong
High the heart Of youth is throJb.ng,
Trembling pulic Of age lcats fast,
While the hour is fraught with memo ie:
or the chauscful storicd past.
Oh It's meet to lie rep ated
How two centuries ago
On this soil iii untutorcd Indian
In dark forests ben his bow.
How the Pilgrims soul grew rcrvcnt
At his shrine glad worship rung.
I'LL Drtannia's threatening fsotstcp,
Fell the solemn hills among.
HOW the Pioneer unmn shalcl
Fade retreat the btnncred foe,
How the chords of independence
Blent in every brook cts flow.
How united Law an | Labor,
lhrving cities brought to light.
Science, Art, and learning scattered
On our borders holy light.
Low plague-spot scarcely noticed
In the morni g's rosy ky,
Filled the sunshine with thick dlrkne,s
Iil' the war-storm Numbered nigh.
ic who ira ell this classic story,
Mothers binding shield and sword,
Bidling haste to conflicts CORY
Where liie's wine ior death is poured.
Traced t''rous' m1istcni 8 eyes the valor
Bright that shines in romance old,
Where the brow for Love all owerful
lcnt to wear the cllsp so cold.
le whose hearts glowcl o'cr the record
OF New England $ martyrcd SOILS,
llo'diug It dOwry sacred
All the COOL tlcr hands have won.
Tell us were they noblcr, prouler,
Than the story of today,
Gold just pressed within the furnace
After ght, the morning ray.
After wounds the hour of heilng,
After toll the sweetest rest,
After sorrow, JOYS fruition,
80 to-day our hearts arc Llcst
SO our land hIth nobler laurcls,
And our country surcr peace,
So the rcaping sad and weary
Brought The hlrycst's full increase.
Though the rcapcrs were the an. els,
And the sacrifice untold,
Brothers f,c 9 oft in conflict
Side by side in death so cold.
Did We faltcr when old ocean
Heard the guns of Sumter rung?
When the strife SO long and fearful,
Year by year shallow flung?
No OF toll, Of life, of treasure,
Who shall trace the record now?
Yield the dead the f'me they merit,
Grown the living hero's brow.
We have gathered in he sunshine
Of the prou lest Land on earth
Where Religion, Law anl Progress,
Rise each day to ncacr birth.
Not to wave the starry banner
For the Amy marchii G by,
Not to weep that one We cherished
In the soldiers gra'c must lie
Not to welcome coming heroes,
Bu' to raise our voices 10 d,
Till shall stoop to hear the chorus
They who walk DER star and cloud
Oh! it's ours, the gin Of Freedom,
Never human soul shall lie
Bound in blood and chains, but rising
Learn lies lesson, how to die.
Free from where the lcebcrgs wander
Fearless through the Whitening wave,
To the Southern Gulf that softly,
Summer shores of beauty layes
From Atlantic to Pacific,
Whereso CT man finds his way,
Winds upbear his glad Thanksgiving
For our independence day.
Thrones and monarchies will crumble,
Sceptrcs withcr in an hour,
But we know our grand Republic
Treads the path Of life and power.
20 to day VIC lit our voices
In n clear, cxultant strain,
Bells Of gladness ring, whose echoes
Sweetly peal beyond the main.
Into joy break 70 til We mountains
Clap your hands ye yoiceful hills!
Join the hymn, oh Golenn ocean
Give refrain ye sparkling rills
Shout aloud the thrilling anthem,
'lill the my lad nat ons see
That we dwell within the glory.
Ofa home where all are free.
Salisbury, VI, July, 1867.
Out in lndana, wife of sixleen 81
mers has presented her husband, u
eighteen, with three fine boys.