The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1876-07-12

Purchased by blood and woe,
Guarded by fire and steel
Hath she secured! What blazon on her shield,
In the clear Century's light
Shines to the world revealed,
Declaring nobler triumph, born of Right.
Foreseen in the vision of sages,
FOretold when martyrs bled,
She born OF the longing of ages,
By the truth Of the noble dead,
And the faith Of he living fedl
No blood in her lghtest veins
Frets at remembered chains,
Nor shame of bondage has DO wed her head.
In her form and features still
The unblenching Puritan will,
Cavalier honor, Huguenot grace,
The Quaker truth and sweetness,
And the strength of the danger girdled race
OF Holland, blend in proud completeness.
From the homes of all, where her being began,
She took what she gave to man:
Justice, that knew no station,
Belief, as soul decreed,
Free air for aspiration,
Free force for independent deedi
She takes, but to give again,
As the sea returns the rivers in RAIN
And gathers the chosen of her seed
From the hunted Of every crown and creed.
Her Germany dwells by gentler Rhine;
Her Ireland sees the old sunburst shine;
Her France Pursues some dream divine;
Her Norway keeps his mountain pine;
Her Italy waits by the Western brine;
And, broad based under all,
Is planted Englands oaken-hearted mood,
As rich in fOrtitude
As e'er went woodward from the island.walll
Fused in her candid light,
To one strong race all races here unite:
Tongues melt in hers, hereditary fOemen
Forget their sword and slogan, kith and Giant
Twas glory. once to be Roman;
She makes 1t glory, now, to be mani
Bow down.
Doff thine EOnian CROWN
One hour forget
The glory and recall the debt:
Make expiration
OF humber mood,
For the pride of hine exutation
Ger peril conquered and strife subduedi
But half the right is wrested
When victory yields her prize,
And half the marrow tested
When old endurance dies.
In the sight of them that love thee,
Bow to the greater above thee!
He faileth not to smite
The idle ownership OF right,
Nor spares TO sinews fresh from trial.
And virtue schooed in long denial,
The tests thar wait for thee
In larger perlls # prosperity.
Here, at the Ceutury's awful shrine,
Bow to thy Fathers God, and thinel
Behold she bendeth now,
Humbling the chaplet Of her hundred years:
There is solemn sweetness on her brow,
And in her eyes are sacred tears.
Can she forget
In present joy, the burden of her debt,
When for a captive
She grandly staked and
The total promise of h,r power begun,
And barred her bOsom's grace
To the sharp wound that inly tortures yet
Can she forget
The million graves her young devotion set,
Here, where the Ruler Of to-day,
The citizen of tomorrow,
And equal thousands to rejoice and pray
Beside these holy walls are met,
her birth-cry, mixed of keenest bliss and sorrowl
Where, on July's immortal morn
Held forth, the People saw her head
And shouted to the worlds g The King is dead,
But lOl the Heir is bOrnl"
When fire of Youth. and sober trust of Age,
In Farmer, Soldier, Priest and Sage,
Arose and cast upon her
Baptismal garments,-never robes so fair
Clad prince in Old World air.
Their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor
Arise RecrOwn thy head,
Radiant with blessing Of the dead
Bear from this hallOwed place
The prayer that purifes thy lips,
The light Of courage that defes eclipse,
The rose Of mans new morning on thy face
Let no icOnoclast
Invade thy rising pantheon Of the past,
To make blank where Adams stood,
To touch the Fathers sheathed and sacred blade,
Spoil crowns on Jefferson and Franklin laid,
Or wash from Freedoms feet the stain of Lincoln'i
blood
Hearken, as from that haunted hall
Their voices call:
''We lived aud died for thee:
We greatly dared that thou might'st be;
So, from thy children still,
We claim denials which at last fulfill,
And freedom yielded to preserve thee free
Beside clear hearted right
That smiles at Powers uplifted rod
Plant Duties that requite,
And Order that sustains, upon thy sod,
And stand in stainless might
Above all self. and only less than God I"
Here may thy solemn challenge end,
All proving past, and each discoIdance die
OF doubtful augury,
Or in one choral with the present blend,
And that half-hesrd, sweet harmony
or something nObler that cur sons may seel
Though poignant memories burn
or days that were, and may again return,
When thy feet food, o Hnntress of the woods,
The slippery Drinks of danger knew,
And dim the eyesight grew
That was sure in thine old soltudes,-
Yet stays some richer
Won from thu mixture of thine elements,
To guide the vagrsnt scheme,
And winnow truth from each conflicting dreami
Yet in thy blood shall live
Some force misspent, some essence primitive
To seize the highest Of things;
For fate, to mould thee to her plan
Denied thee food of kings,
Withheld the udder and the orchard fruits,
Fed thee with savage roots,
| And forced thy harsher milk from barren breasts
sacred woman-Form,
| or the first Peoples need and passion wrought
No Thin, pale ghost of thought,
But fair as Morning, and as heart's-blOod warn
Wearing the priestly tear on Judahs hills;
| Clear-eyed beneath Athene's helm of gold;
Or from Rome's central seat
Hearing the pulses Of the Continents beat
In thunder where her legions rolled;
Compact Of high heroic hearts and wills,
Whose being circles all
The sel1ess aims of men, and all fulflls;
rhyself not tree, so long one is thrall;
Goddess, that as a nation lives
And as a nation dies,
That for her children man defies,
And 10 her children as mother gives
Take our fresh fealty nowl
No more chisffainess, with wampum-zons
And feather-cnctured brow;
No more new Britannia, grown
To spread an equal banner to the breeze,
And lift thy trident o 'er the double seas;
But with unborrowed crest
In thineow native beauty dressed
The front of pure command, the unhnching eye
thine ownl
Look mp, look forth and onl
There's light in the dswning sky:
The clouds are parting, the night is gone:
Prepare for the work Of the day
FallOw thy pastures lie
And far thy shepherds stray,
And tue fields of thy vast domain
Are waiting for purer seed
or knowledge. desire and deed,
For keener sunshine aud mellower rain
But KEEP thy garments pure