The weekly democratic statesman. [volume] (Austin, Tex.) 1871-1883, 1873-12-18
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Arise ftoa I-nceiirg ration from the dusf.
And cleanse lhiae eyes o. every burning tear;
LIN up ihy brow r. stlI and holy trust,
Bright croEnies8 hesd Thy one sWest crown = here
Thou has. irnst long, tears triekiing 70 the SOD
The night eli dark with ne'er spassing ray
For others slept upon their faithless guard,
While thea alone went forth IN tears topray
Thou hsst wept long. tears trickiing to The SOD.
Thy crcry thought blood bought memory
While thon and thine have hnelt before thy Scd,
And took the cup Of bitterest agoDy-
srool IL. and drank, thou could'st not pass Thy.
For must Hls oWD, and not thy win be done;
10 doeth wei: and now he brings Il nigh
ThlncoEn 10 wear; Of earth's the fairest crown.
Thy sail vas deep, not loud, but fun Of pain.
Yet Il he's hoaied on the sharp winds far,
And bending earn havc cangft the quivcFing strain
OF woe more deep than human hearts could bear.
And He hath helped thee; tWould have broke thy heart
And crushed forever Thy imprisoned soul.
Had He not held the llghining's heIy dart.
And hrshed the thunder In iis fearfuiI roll.
hath heard snd helped thee; never hunted heart
Knelt IN the dust, and offered anguishcd tears.
That the Great Hand did not unfold the chart,
Wherein the blessing, which was hid appears.
Nicer stricken hearts have bent beneath the storm,
And bowed IN darkness which was known and felt.
That have not smiled 70 see tho rainbow charm
Above the clouds-lls shadow where they lnelt.
And now arise, and takefhy glorious crown
OF myriad stars, set IN the falrost gold;
Let the rich gift for all thy woes atone,
For nations wore no brighter one OF old.
The crown Of glory; It was won for thee
When mary home FsSs wrecked and desOlate,
When wife and maiden waited with their plea
Asked but 70 90 from ont their own lUved gate.
A star was sci when every hero fell,
shining gem In every drop o, blood
They live to shine and In the shining tel
Our Southland names Outllvo the deepest food
Frsm every dark and red Manassas Geld,
FROM every shiloh Il the guerdon caught,
Until the gems. in the bright setting, yield
An hundred fold, what thou hast counted naught.
Lift upt thy brow. Tie grand and peerless yet
Thy crimson robes lroWn white a. virgin snow;
TTuo cons and daughters kiss thy cheeks all wet,
Anf God, Himself takes ali thy bitter voc.
The sing has come and passed with yesterday,
An though 4 Herod should command thy head,
The e.easing sword could never wrench away
The crown Of stars won By thy noble dead
Look on thy fields, late washed in rocking blood,
The Passion Fluwer IL floating TO the wind,
It's leaves unfolding where our army stood,
Like some sweet blessing LEFT thee here behind
The sacred foWer-look IN its purpllng heart,
Il hath beauty which win stllI thy cares,
And swoctly yields thy life better part,
Since Il was sprung from bloody dust and tearN
LIT mp thy banAer-it has rested long,
And WorII the dust which gathers on she grave;
Pea. hang Il proudly in thy halls Of song
Above the hearts which died to SEQ Il wave
n work Il done-it needs . better rest
Where nos color VIII grow pale or OLD,
where hearts can gnard It, which have loved Il beat,
And memory change Its bloody bars to gold.
Though hands have plucked by Marahs stream boush
OF wood more bitter than the NORWOOD tree,
And called It olive, yet nom Il shall grow
The very fruitage long withheld from thee.
Though brothers' hands have given thee stone,
When all thy weary children asked for bread,
Yet hndeat thou thy name engraved thereon,
And heard By nations, and by angels read.
BE strong to hide Gods own and better time;
Take what thou hast, 'lis cen priceless gin
ofstainless honor, which no other cline
With cleaner hands can ever dare uplift
Sweet peace BE with thee-answer to thy prayer.
Tho restfal peace which untold suffering won;
walk now among nc trees Of myrtle here.
Anon thy feet aiil touch Mount Lebanon.
ooiaiedl County, Tsras, oclooer. 1874.