The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1868-11-14
ny p. c. WRIGHT.
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When Freedom left tho empyrcan dome
To dwell among tho sons Of earth,
She sought and found her cherished home
Where high-soulcd genius claimed its BIRTH
She gathered there a chosen band
Who reared her temple, throne and shrine,
And hailed her TO their native land
Where first her heayen-boru light did shine
They placed her on the mountains height
And flung her banner 10 the air,
"She tore the azure robe of night
And placed the stars Of glory there"
Through golden years those stars have shonc
With equal splcndor In mid heaven,
But now their lingering hues are gono
As twilight fades In summers even.
Now, darkness holds tho realm of night,
Aud storm-full clouds shut out the sky,
And iurid strcaks Of factions light
Like hate-forged lightnings, dash and ny.
Now, Freedom calls her gallant band,
And bids them swear before her shrine,
To hurl the despois from her land,
As did our Fathers in their timo.
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The paling orbs proclaim the dawn
See, morning breaks upon the scene!
And light winged zephyr grcets tho lawn
Where Moloch's scaldng breath has been
The lurid fires of hate still burn,
Though Peace bath taken her heavenly sway,
And every patriots eye shall turn
With JOY 10 hail her newborn day.
Hear Justice now her mandate give.
And mercy pleading from the skies,
No more shAll armed oppression live!
Let victims Of the ugurpers rise:
Bid Vengeance sheath her wLccted sword,
Nor heed tie mean bchczi Of halc,
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shFasa signal cen the tyranfs fate.
Hear FTcedom's voice from tower and dome,
As borne on echo's airy wing
Der hill and dale 10 each loved home,
Resaunding in the welkin's riagj
She bid's Cvlumbia's sons arise.
By holy memories Of their sires
To heed the mandate from the sRies,
And light her darkeuei altar fiEcs.
Hear Loves dear voice her mission tell.
In murrnuriug accents, soft and sweet,
As music Of the fniry's bell,
Or laughing waters when they meet;
She kiudlcs now her wonted fame
In every true born frceman's soul,
Entwines the hero's wreath of fainc.
And lights his pathway 10 her goal.
Hear Truth. In trembling accents, plead
Amidst the ruins Of her fame,
AZ pointing where her votaries bleed,
She questions. Who shall build agaia?
Who shall resume her dying fame
Where eEst IL shed its holy light,
And blaxon there Cviuabia'a uatno
High Ger the clouds VI errors nigh,l
Oh. list brave men, that voice of WOO
Which late awokc the Bas,ile's gloom,
Whose lingering cadence. hnshCd and low,
Proclains the baac-b0rn tyrani's doom
Would yon grim walls their tale relate
And uttered VOWS Of ycngeapes tell.
Then minions should discern their fate,
Nor dare % "ToucH TnAr LITTLE BELLw
Lo In yon heaven the blended rays
OF Justice, Freedom, Love and Truth,
With huea supcFnal gid the days
AS hope bespaus the sky Of youth
So grateful memories Of cur aires
Hume path to Frcedom'e shrine,
And light again her altar frcs
With ferYor of the 0lden timo.
The conflict ncaFs, truo hearts be brayei
Who dares not uobly In the strife
Ills birthright yields "a be a slave.
And gives to fame dishonorcd life.
His country claims his inanhood's troth,
And twines for him. IF greenest bays,
A garland Of immortal youth.
Unfading as the eternal days.