The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1867-09-13

Exult indeed, o lands victorious lands
Not there your victory, on those red, shuddering
fields;
But here and hcnce your victory.
Melt, mcli away, ye armies dispcrse, ye bue-clad
Resolve ye back again-eive up, for good, your
deadly aims;
Other the arms, tho folds honcerorlb for you, or
South or North, or East oc West,
With ssner wars sweet war-lifs giving wars.
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Loud, o my throat and clear, o soult
The season of thanks, and the voco Of the carol OF
fhll-yielding
The chant Of joy aud power for boundless fertility.
All tlPd and untlld fields expand before me
] see tho true arenas Of my race aud landor first,
or last,
Mans innocent and strong arenas.
soc the Heroes at other tolls;
! see, well-wiclded in their hands, the better
weapons.
XI.
I see where America, Mother Of All,
Woll-peased, with full-spanning eye, gOzcs forth,
dwes long,
And counts the varied gathering of the products.
Busy the far, the sunlit panorama;
The western fields appear, with endless, prodigal
surface
(ThO steam-p -plows and horse -plows did their work
we'll, aud the rotary spader did its work
well
Io prairie. orchard, and the yellow grain of the
North,
Cotton and rice Of the South, and Louisiana cono
Open, unseeded falows, rich fields OF clover and
Kline and horses feeding and droyes Of sheep and
swine,
And many stately river flowing, and many a Jo-
cund brook,
Aud healthy uplands with their herby -pcrrumed
brepzcs,
And the good green grass-thut delicate miracle,
the ever-recurring grass.
XII.
Toll on, Heroes harvest the products
Not alone these warlike folds, the Mother Of All,
With dae form and lumbent eyes, watchd you.
Toll on, Heroes toll well Handle the weapons
Tho Mother Of All-yet here, as ever, she watches
you,
woll pleased America, thou beholdest,
Over the fields OF the West, those crawling mon
sturs,
Tho human divine inventions, tho labor-saving
implements
Boholdost, moving in every direction imbued MS
with life, tho revolving hay-mkes,
Tho steam-power rcaping machines, aud the horse
power machines,
The cngincs thrnshers of grain, and cleaners of
grain, we'll separating the straw,
The power-hoes for corn-iieds-the nin5le work
of the patient ptch-iork;
Behodest the newer saw mill, the coton-gin, and
the rice-c,cunser.
Beneath thy look, o Maternal,
With these, and else, aud with their strong hands,
the Heroes harvest.
All gather, and all harvest
(Yet but for Thee, o Powerful not scythc might
fall, as now, in security;
Not maize-stock dango, as now its silken tas-
sells in poaco.)
XIV.
Under Thee only they harvcst-even but n wisp
Of hay, under thy great face only;
Harvest the wheat Of Ohio, Illinois, Wisconsin
every barbed spear, under thee;
Harvest the maize of Missouri, Kentucky, Ten
ncssoo--oach ear in its ight-grcen sheath,
Gather the hay to its myriad mows, in odorous,
tranquil barns,
Oats to their binstho white potato, the buck.
wheat of Michigan, theirs
Gather tho cotton in Mississil pi or Alabama--dig
nnd hoard tho golden, tho sweet potato of
Georgia and Caroluas.
Clip the wool nr California or Pennsylvania.
Cut the lax of the Middle States or hemp or tobac-
co in the Borders.
Pick the pea and the beam or pull apples from the
trees or buncho' of grapes from the vines,
Or aught that ripens in all these States, or North
or South,
Under tho beaming sun, aud under Thee.