The Daily clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1866-1888, 1867-03-02

to Cypress Ireland, the Irish are "rebels.'
When Austria would Cypress Hungary, the
Hungarians are "rebels, and when Russif
means to destroy Poland, the Inflated, but
| glorious Poles are srebels" Oh, all are ere
bels' in this world who are not tyrants
The pious and sainted Stonewall jackson
| was aHrebel," If we allow such wild beasts
as Benjamin Butler and sThaddeus Stevens
to call his name. All brave, virtuous, and
freedom-loving people are "rebels," when
ever and wherever tyrants can pronounce
their doom.
| Now, in this Southern war poetry, we find
| the genuine and the deathless spirit of liber
| ty and therefore it will be forever sung
with the divinest enthusiasm by the glo
rious haters of despotism. Who but the
wretch who carries the soul of a snake en-.
dungeoned in his bosom, will ever cease to
repeat with spirit these lines from a poem
byJohn K. Thompson, on Coercion !"
"Who talks Of coercion who dares to
deny
Aresolute people the right to be free o.,
Let him blot out forever one star froM5fhe
sky,
Or curb with his letters one wave Of the
sea p
Or the following beautiful poem, by f. Y.
Rocket, written on the occasion of Gen.
Beauregard's appeal to the people to melt
the bells of their churches into cannon:
"Melt the bells, melt the bells,
Still the tinkling on the plains,
And transmGte the evening chimes
Into wars resounding rhymes,
That the invader may be slain
M By the bells. Na
''Melt the bells, melt the bells,
Though it cost tear to part
With the music they have made,
Where the friends we love are laid,
With pale cheek and silent heart,
Meath the bells.
MELT the bells, melt the bells,
Into cannon, vast and grim,
And the foe shall feel the ire
From each having lungs of fire,
And we'll put our trust in him
And the bells
"Melt the BELLS melt the bells,
And when foes no more attack,
And the lightning cloud of war
Shall roll thunderless and far,
We will melt the cannon back
Into bells.
uloAb OHo DtllS, ublb Tue Dolls,
And they'll peal a sweeter chime.
And remind ofall the brave
Who have sunk to glorys grave,
And will sleep through coming time
Meath the bells"
We, for one cannot conceive of time, nor
do we wish to, when this beautiful poem
will be forgotten Let it last as one of the
remembrancers of struggle, which however
Cos 40 Sc n, II. e
bravest illustrations of the virtue and hero
ism ofman.
What an invaluable contribution to the
literary treasury of the English language is
Mr.. Simms' poem, entitled the Angel of the
Church. written on discovering that the
Abolition fleet at Morris Island was es-
pecially aimingits shells at the spire Of st.
Church in Charleston:
AYE, strike with sacriligious aim
The temple of the living Cod
Hurl iron bolt and seething flame
Through aisles which hottest feet have
trod
Tear up the altar, spoil the tomb,
And raging with demoniac ire,
Send down, in sudden crash of doom,
That grand, old, skySustaining spire.
That spire, for full hundred years,
Hath been q peoples point of sight;
That shrine hath warned their soul to tears,
With strains web worthy Salem's height
The sweet, clear music Of it's bells,
Made liquid soft in southern air,
Still through the heart of memory swells.
And wakes the hopeful soul to prayer.
Well may ye, felons Of the time,
Still l0athing all that's pure and free,
Add this to many thousand crime
'Gainst peace and sweet humanity;
fe, who have wrapped our towns in flame.
Defiled our shrines, befoul'd our homes.
Sut fifty turn your murderous aim
Against Jehovah's ancient domes.n
The poem is too long TO be fully quoted /
q this place but it will last rs an eternal |
to the crimes Of our Puritan war
When the authors and conductors of this
loOdy crusade are mouldered 30 dust, their !
lemory will survive in snch poems as this, !
-hich viii be rehearsed with admiration !
nd horror by generations yet unborn. o, (
3 Summers, Wades and Lincolns, as vainly i
I'll your ghosts seek TO escape the wrath Of o
an as Of God In the same degree that $
ankind learn 10 hate and throw of the 4
tackles Of tyranny, will your names become
ore and more odious, descending the steps 7
time.
The following first verse of clever poem =
James Barron Hope, entitled "Iibera =,
Is, o Domino, is the kind Of epitaph which r,
story gives such enemies Of freedom; d
What ye hold yourselves as freemen =
Tyrants love just such as vel
Go abate your lofty manner
Write upon the States old banner, or
"a furore Notmanorum,
Libera nos, o, Domino
Mr. Simms' book contains 4s2 naees. with q
lromise in the preface, that ii the present
luIne IL properly encouraged. it shall Be
lowed with another Of The same size. The
lits Of this article are necessarily such that ID.
intend little more than q reference 20 the IN
beet. The author has performed his task An
a manner most creditable b himself and pa