Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1869-07-23
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COLUMBIA, MY GLORY.@
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BY MRS. E8r1EA IRWIN LEE
In dreams, through evening purples zone,
drifted to the Occidental Deep;
And back twiXt Palm and Pine, to the blinC
wheTeon Atlantic breaks.-and widow,
And in my dreams, there hoated up the hun
And murmur of the nations spread below
And never heart was sore when tongue was
And dIi1is1S, never heart but had a want or woe.
So, all these tongues, that, had the land q
Had sRirieked the Scots wha' haze wi
! Wallace bled."
Now, like avengfng imps, few to and fro,
To speed Belshazzar's curse of Pride and
Ye mighty ghosts of Tell and winkeIreid
Speak with our CORY tongues from glory's
Shall Freedom, bought and sold for mtser's
Set 6atioins free, and stoop, herself a slavea
Yet SO the voices spake anon the Celt,
/ With each concession new restrictions felt
More rights he had, more claimed beyond
| But still. within my dreams, onward sped.
| And stili the clamors followed me amain
And still one subtitle strain, celestial, spread
! Te-DeltBss round ana dthrO'the human pain.
As if the souls of the Heroic Dead,
At twatch above the sights they sealed sub
Saw, through the heavy tears the living
Columbla's Future gIld the nights of time.
A yea and nay is my inconstant story,
| Like wrinkles crossed in sand above the
As men abuse, Columbia, my Glory,
The land where license TO abuse is wide.
1 heard the ring of bugles up the street,
That shook the summer-nellowed Sun
And throbbine drums beat into merry feet
The piety that slZips before a psalm.
My little Pat and Nora, your degree
Old Erin set, or will you yea or nay;
But here your luscious cheeks may blossom
Your feet may hold their own where
princes may.
But Erin pipes to dance another measure;
The loaves and fishes dusty eating make;
A pipe ana stiIIsn grOg alone VIII pleasure
The afTlatus for the handle of the rake
And Erin wills that free America
shall wrest the negro's clutches of the
And school hen. Celjc-e7siEdre,1 on her knee,
To take her coming freedom by the throat.
Fair Germany, with tresses under burden
OF purple-dusted vintage of the Rhine,
gueTdOn
Ofa gospel swimming deep in native wine.
But Columbia is weeping under curse,
The working S1neW swapping on Its strain;
I fear me much the drunkard and the heaTse
VIII follow like avengers in your train.
The Sabbath of the new world is our due;
The coming ages tremb1e in its spell.
Endure that we contest an inch win YOU
Who slack not to defraud us of an ell.
Republics are not pillared with a throne
They settle to the stature OF man.
Until you show hero of your own,
We model on the WashingtOnian plan.
China, statue blind and dumb as b1indl
Your Idols you resemble, wood and stone:
We who have none, most piouSly VIII
grind
Your pagan features to our Christian own,
But China. flOclying to the ueyV-yVOrld shores.
Has taken up the mattock and the hod
Her idols break across our western doors;
What China asks of US is-but God.
AS they that love go sobbing thro' the dark
At sound of every wall of human pain,
As Moan could not drown within the ark
The dying shrleks that wrestled with the
So they that suffer in the van of right
Must read, in countless dumb pathetic
The souls by night that march to God in
Though daily stumbling thro' earth's
Strengthened places.
We feel ahead the latter Era tremble:
We have not wanted martyrs to the
And traitors now, who dare the truth dis
Must hide before its advent out of reach;
For Freedom shall be free when Right is
when man is what he can, then man shall
The surface-babbIe shows the gate Alright,
The UNDERSTANDING only gfres The Key.
Who gave a son in tragic sixty-one
To seal the precious faith we held in trust,
SO treads hi 5G I6 @ S ff g ii1t n5S G6 d0ne Gust
The - Human" nils the century's refrain,
The ballot is its badge for which he fights;
But still his wrongs must plead with us in
Until the church shall train him for his
rights.
If China standeth to beseech an aims,
Her paganism shaking to It's fall
If she draw us not as human by her palms,
This, verify, were guiitieSt of all.
She will scourge us, she will curse us till we
With the bitterness of death within our
How moral wrath, with weapons not of
Pierees deeper than soldiers dying
grOans.
Lo, the poor Indian! on the far horizon,
Which Daniels goat is pushing to the sea,
as his bison,
For savage beast nor man bows he the
Now who Shall bear the odium of Cain.
When Abel draws the dagger of offense
As the Christian, so the savage in the main,
With a lower stoop to glut his savage
sense.
But all the stains that smear Columbia's
Must bianch before the Lybian's duslzy
ana SI11I 81. E2ul Is dragged lnUO the uGlu
To protect the pure Caucasian from the
ape.
But COiumbia hath one way to judge man,
And another, as by horns and hoofs, her
And Jesus, tho a Jew and swarthy, can
Make room for something under the di-
vine.
By this my song is ended, and the rather,
The dreaming voices having sped away.
As reapers in the harvest time will gather
The wheat and leave the stubble to decay,
So drew up thro' my rhyming the refrain,
The yea and nay, and threw the IFS y
away;
Another reaper may come by again,
And reap richer harvest let it be.
| By this my song is ended we are free,
And we are slaves, and so we stand;
| With super-grand Ideal, in the way
| Some super-human hindrance to with
stand.
1 The nights are for the prisoners that pray,
| The days for those that hammer at the
| wrong;
But days and nights alike for them who
| may
BeguiIe the pain of either with a song.