Der Deutsche correspondent. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1848-1918, 1876-07-07

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Invades the lordship of the hour,
And at a banquet takes the unhdden scat.
From all unchronicled and silent ages
Before the future first begot the past,
TIL history dared, at last,
TO write, eternal words on granite pages
| From Egypts tauney drift and Assurs mound
And where, uplifted white and far,
Earth highest yearns to meet star,
| ana Man his manhood by the Ganges found
| Imperial heads of old mllenRia sway,
And still by some pale splendor crowned,
Chill as corpse-light in our full or fed day,
| In ghostly grandeur rise
| And say, through stony lips and vacant eyes:
| Thou that assertest freedom, power and fame
Declare to US thy claimn'
The race, in conquering
Some fierce Titanic joy of conquest knows;
| Wether in veins of serf or king,
| Our ancient blood beats restless in repose,
| Challenge Of Nature unsubdued
| Awaits not Mans defiant answer long;
For hardship, even as wrong,
| Provokes the level-eyed, heroic mood.
This for herself she did; but that which lies,
AS over earth the skies,
Blending all forms in one benignant glow
Crowned conscience, tender care,
Justice, that answers every bondman's prayer,
Freedom where Faith may lead or thought ma
The power of minds that know,
Passion of hearts that feel,
Purchased by blood and woe,
Guarded by fire and STEEL
Hath she secured What bIazen on her shield
In the clear Century's light
Shines to the world revealed,
Declaring nobler triumph, form of Right
Bow down!
Doff thine Eonian crown!
One hour forget
The glory, and recall the debt:
Make eXpiation,
Ofhumbler mood,
For ihe pride of thine eXultation
Ger peril conquered and strife subdued.
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 Creator above thee!
He faileth not TO smite
The idle ownership of right,
Nor spares to sinews fresh from trial,
and virtue Schoolcd in long denial,
The test that wait for thee
In larger perils of prosperity.
Here, at the century's awful shrine,
Bow to thy Fathers God, and thine
Arise! Recrown thy head
Radiant with blessing of the Dead
Bear from this hallowed place
The prayer that purfes 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 Lncoln's
Blood
Hearken as from that haunted hall
Their voices call:
GIVE lived and 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 clearhearte Right
That smiles at Powers uplifted rod,
Plant duties that requite,
And Order that sustains, upon thy sod,
AQQ stand stainless
Above all self, and only less than God!"
Ill.
Here may thy solemn challenge end
Allproving Past, and each discordance die
OF doubtful augury,
Or in one choral with the Present blend,
And that half heard, sweet harmony
Of something nobler that sons may see!
Though poignant memories burn
Of days that were and may again return
When thy feet foot, 0 huntress of the woods,
The slippery Drinks of dangers knew;
And dim the eyesight grew
That was so sure in their old SOlitudes,-
Yet stays some richer sense
Won from the mixture of thine elements,
To guide the vagrant scheme,
And winnow truth from each conflicting dream!
Yet in thy blood shall live
Some force unspent, some essence primitive
To seize the highest use 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 of
mani
sacred woman-form
Of the first peoples need and passion wrought
No thin, pale ghost of thought,
But fair as morning, and as hearts blood warm
Wearing thy priestly tiar on Judah's hills;
Clear-eyed beneath Athenes helm of gold,
Or from Rome's central seat,
Hearing the pulses of the continent beat
In thunders where her legions rolled,
Compact of high heroic hearts and wills
Whose being circles all.
The selfless aims of men, and all fulfls
ThySelf not free, so long as one is thrall.
Goddess, that as nation lives
nd as nation dies,
That for her children as man defes
And to her children mother gives,
Take our fresh fealty nowl
No more chieftainess with wampum zone
And feather cinctured brOWS-
No more new Britannia, gone
To spread an equal banner to the breeze
And lift thy trident O'er the double seas;
But with unborrowed crest,
In thine own native beauty dressed,
The front of pure command, the unainching eye,
thine ownl
Look up, look forth, and on!
There's light in the dawning sky:
The clouds are parting, the night is gone,
Prepare for the work of the dayl
Fallow thy pastures lie
And far thy shepherds stray,
And the fields of thy vast domain,
Are waiting for purer seed
VI knowledge, desire and deed,
For keener sunshine and melower rain
But keep thy garments pure:
Pluck them back with the old disdain
From touch of the hands that stain
So shall thy strength eudure.
Transmute into good the gold of gain,
Compel to beauty thy ruder powers,
Till the bounty of coming hours
81 all plant on thy fields apart,
With the oak of toll, the rose of art!
Be watchful, and keep us so:
Be strong, and fear no foe,
Be just, and the world shall know,
With the same love love US, as we give,
and the day shall never come,
That finds us weak or dumb
To join and smte and cry,
In the great task, for thee to die,
and the greater task, for thee to livel
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