The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1874-11-01
4 RINGING POKk.

Gen. Hutler and those Of his political STAMP
must have got great deal more than they b.'
sained for when DR.. J. G. Holland read his poem
written for the occasion, 1t the reunion OF the
- Army of the James," We reproduce portion
II It. that our readers 10 this section may thaal
he generous poet for his whitening rebuke Of
oheir oppreseors and the kindly sentiments he
expresses for the suffering South:
No tears for them who bore the proef
OF heroes in their fOemen's seal
OF blazing shaft, and united Steel
And tramping chargers needless hoofl
Free from the duty Of breath,
From eense Of woe and sense OF wrong.
They sleep, IS wheels the world along.
In the sweet dignity OF deathI
No tears for them7 Tears, then, for whom?
Tears for ourselves, whose little lives
Bound TO our children and our wives
Or fastened to some precious tomb
Where sleeps an idol baser still
Tied to our lucre and our lust,
Betray each hour the sacred trust
Left us by heroes to fulfill
Tears for he thieves who rob the dead,
In robbing those their death bereft,
And waste the gold that love has left
By gambling with tho nations breadl
Tears for the demagogues who trade
In Eeuds of party ard OF race,
And seek for plumber and for place
In strifcs their own vile hands have made!
Tears for the Rings of perjured souls
That grind the rich and poor alike,
And steal the grist from which they strike,
For those they strve, the stingy tollsi
Tears for the realm that blindly shelves
Its men OF nOblest brain and Drawn,
And crowds it's councils with its spawn
OF little men who choose themselves!
Tears for the men who basely hold
The nation to its paper lies.
Az ainst the wisdom OF tho wise,
And shame the eagles on their gold!
Tears for the land that builds Of rags
Its edifice Of power and wealth,
And holds the happiness and health
OF sovereign States in carpet-bagsl
Ay, tears for those who, shred and shorn-
Not blame iess, but our brothers still,
In common lot and Gods good will
Arc bleeding, fain,ing, tossed and torn
BY Earring policies and feuds
or race with race, till fain to fly
From their ance stral homes, or die
In silent, hopeless multitudesl
Tears for the bootlcss sacrifice
Wrought by the bali and bayOnet!
Tears that the best OF us forget
That We are purchased with price!-
That they who persisted at our side
Are void OF victory, till we
A Just and generous rule decree,
And live as nObly as they diedl
o brothers Of the gun and glavc!
o living Army Of the james! Il
How shall we answer to the claims |,
OF tho beloved and buried braye2
BY pledging now our good right hand,
BY pledging now our loyal word, |,
That selfish Inst to love deferred.
And gain to God and native land |,
We here declare eternal strife.
Ay-battle to the hilt with those
Who traffic in the nations woes,
And live upon the nations life.
O Peace-in shame and banishmenti
o Industry with folded Armsl
o Land Of Beauty from whose charms
Have fed the graces Of content
There 10 no cure for fued and schism In
In law that is not born of love,
Or party strifes that rise above IL
The holy claims Of patriotism.
o stately shades Of martyred men! 8
Who mark our petty ends and aims,
Warm US with your OWNER flames,
And save our country once aSa.n? |C
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