The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-01-14
NATIONAL ANTHEM-Is75.
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 foes"
Sloth, Luxury and Pomp and Pride
Rose each in turn. and each replied;
While Freedom, with her mountain-bird,
Leand from the eyried cliffs and heard.
Said Sloth-on elbows stretched at length,
And looking up with languid eyes,
"Our wales are quiet; all our strength
In quiet ever lies.
The years come IN, the years go out;
We feel no jar, we hear no shout,
The centuries to their climax move,
But leave us quiet in their groove"
Said Luxury-from robes of fur
And velvet skirts and beds of down:
"We sometimes feel our mansions stir;
None yet have topped down;
The trumpet blast we hear afar;
When nearer comes the din of war,
We send our mercenaries out"
He spoke IN pain from gorge and govt.
Said Pompz-beside his changing sword,
While danced his 1.-the and towering plume
=" 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 his naughty lip,
And spoke in accents curt and loud:
" rarely ev'n finger dip
In what concerns the crowd
War comes or mott do not know;
neither feel nor fear it's blow;
In lines of light, far back, 1 see
The gold that still my shield shall be-"
Cries Freedom, from her mountain heights:
81 spoke to men, and not to yOtt,
Who now the olden battle fights?
To Freedom who stands true?
Who arms against Aggressive Power?
Who waits, self-pOised, the perilous hour?
And Freedom, with her mountain-bird,
Lean'd from the cliffs again, and heard.
A roar went up as from the sea
A multitudinous host sang OUT
The thunderstorm of victory
Is not manlier shout:
'Stand, Freedom on thy heights again;
Thy glance send FAR DER vale and plain,
And see arise, to meet thy ken,
The myriad forms of braWDy men ~
That voice against the ramparts dash'd;
That shout through all the welkin rang;
And freedoms eyes with glory fash'd,
AS upward now she sprang.
About her, fold saluting fold,
The glittering flag of fame unrolid;
Its length, farhoating up and down,
Flash'd with the stars of old renown.
Cries Freedom from her mountain heights,
Bright as of old the morning star,
Who now, when sounds the battle, fights 2"
The answer came from far
Look where the pillow its burrows Makes
Look where the field it's greenness takes
Look where comes in the loaded vain
Look! where is heap'o the garner'd 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 wheresee'er
The brawny arm of Labor's bare !"
Cries Freedom from her mountain height,
AS round her sweeps her bird sublime;
Enough! Wrong triumphs not DER Right
Be patient; bide your tlmep
Then rose at once, with lo1d acclaim,
voice with judgment wingd that came
SWEAR !" "We do swear, that earth may kno
When comes the hour. then falls the blow ~
Said Freedom, on her eyried Cliffs
Her listening bird beside her now:
That voice brings up no 'ands 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 chain,
Has never yet been balk'd or vain !"
Her warder-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 plaiAs and valleys sang,
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