Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1875-01-21

BY WILLIAM d. GALLAGHER.

Cries Freedom from her mountain heights:
What of the wales that lie below!
who now the olden battle fights
Against the olden foe"
siesh. Luxury and Pnmp and Pride
Knse each in turn. and each re- lied
while Freedom, with her mountain-bird,
Iean'd from the eyried cliffs and heard.
said sIoth-on elbows stretch 4 at length,
And looking mp with languio eyes:
I" Our wales sre quiet; all our trengtn
In quiet ever nes-
The years come IN, the years go out;
We feel no jar, we hear no shout,
The centuries to their climax move.
Blu. leave lis quiet in their groove"
Said Luxury-from robes of fur
And velvet skirts and beds of down:
sWe sometimes feel our mansions stir;
None yet nave toppled down:
The trumpet blast we hear affair;
When nearer comes the din OF war,
We send our mercenarits OUT
He spoke IN pain from gorge and gout-
said Pomp-beside his Changing sword,
While danced his 1.-the and towering plume
1.-THE way is short between my word
And every foeman's doom;
Thine enemies upon us come
with clangor think to strike US dumb;
wave M sword-I give command
They fall, and gorge the thirsting land!'
Said pride-WhO curld Ms naughty lid,
And spoke in accents curt and loud:
al rarely ev'n finger dip
In what concerns the crowd.
War comes or mott do not know;
neither feel nor fear its blow;
In lines of light, far back, see
The gold that still my shield shall be-
Cries Freedom, from her mountain heights:
al spoke TO men, and not 10 you.
Who now the olden battle fights?
To Freeot N who stands T. ne?
Who arms against Aggress, We Power?
Who waits, self-poised, the perilous hour:
And Freedom, with her m)untain-bird,
Lesn'd from the cliffs again, and heard.
roar went up as from the sea;
A multitudinous host sang out;
The thunder-shout Of victory
Ia not n manlier shout:
Stand, Freedom on thy heights again;
Thy glance send Tar DER vale and plain,
And see arise, to meet thy ken,
The myriad forms OF brswDy men. :"
That voice against the ramparts dash'd;
That shout through all the wslkin rang;
And Freedoms eyes with glory fiash'd-
As upward now she sprsog-
About her, fold saluting fold,
The glittering nag Of fame unrolid:
Its length, fsr-fosting up and down,
FiAsh'd with the stssssPf old renOwn-
Cries Freedom from her mountain heights,
Bright Of old the morning star,
Who now, when sounds the battle, fights 2"
The answer came from far:
Look where the piow its burrows makes
Look where the field its greenness takes
Look where comes in the loaded vain
Look where is hesp'a the garnerd grain!"
And this: .. Where in the crowded mart,
The hammer ON the anvil rings;
And where, beside his grooming cart,
The driver walks and sings;
And where the spinner spins his thread,
And where the loom is deity fed;
where flames the forge: and wheresoeer
The brawny arm of Labors bare ~
Ones Freedom from her mountain height,
Az round her sweeps her bird sublime:
"Knough! Wrong triumphs not DER Right;
Be patient; bide your tlne!'
Then rose at once, with lo1d acclaim,
A voice with judgment wipg'd that came:
"SwEAR ~ "We 90 swear, that earth may know
When comes the hour. then falls the blown
Said Freedom, on her eyried cliffs,
Her listening bird beside her now:
"Ths. voice brings up no sands or ifs,'
Asks not the when or how;
But waits with patience, which is power,
Alike the way, the means, the hour;
And purpose. hnk'd in such a chain,
Has never yes been balkd or vain ~
Her Hsrder-bird now caught the CLEAN
That shot from out her fiery eye;
Then echoed from the cliffs the scream
With which he rent the sky.
And then, as plaiLs and valleys sang,
Mountains and hills responsive rang;
And freely TO the gale was given
The banner striped and starr d from Heaven!
-CSncsxyldtt Commercial.