Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-08-05
APPEAL TO THE DELEGATES
I'm Convention Assembled, Nashville
August 8, 1875.
BY MISS L. A. F.

The grand assize of Tennessee
Is set, and her Democracy,
Their hearts with ancient memories raie'
Must strike for home, and civil lie,
Or sink in internecine strife.
Our state was once the sword and mouth,
The leader of our North and South
on histories page her name appears,
Enblazoned-and her scutcheon bears,
The glories of eur later years
O who would sell his storied land.
Her smiling valleys, SUBMITS grand
For "mess of pottage" yield, engage,
To give up faith and heritage
The scorn of States from age to age.
To hear her name the hiss and scorn
of sister States and States unborn
To 90 where there's mo place for tears =;
Her arms revered by her compeers.
Her misery thikening with the years.
Tn sport of foos, grief of the wise ;
The grief that suns, when honor dies;
/ Covers its shame in silence Ger,
That names its native State no more,
Yet can It forgetthe fame she bore.
All, then, each numbled knight rebels,
To name 9Th heroic syllables''-
When she shallchoose to be the thralI,
Of men, who with the field, lost all,
Pride, hope, ami country, in their fall !
Shall she, the eier first in field
OF all her peersbe first to yield?
o for an hour 0 sacred rage,
From the long ilent Hermitage,
To gid once nee our histories page!
| NUT ,.orva ttat 10 rod olo,,e, tho line
And lightened With heat divine,
Wrestling from fte the victor's palm;
That scorched todeath each noisy sham,
Or burnt and baked him into MAN
The light that faed not when done
With war, and IL his fields were won,
| But burnt into he strifes of men.
And purified tn service, when,
: His ssby tn EtenaI' shivered them
But he the clos are on his breast
!, And silence reias, unresting rest;
: Our leaders woIier who Will lead,
Q Dream that theead will bury the dead,
! On the ingloriot field ahead.
e But no, one vote, enfranchised, free.
Sounds for the tme of Tennessee,
y Rings for the riat-with noble aim,
n Or falling, peris with her fame!
But not alone, q, not alone,
Should he to civ death be thrown
A Frightening pge of history,
10 VIII shine withll the chivalry,
y, That fell with hn for Tennessee.
And if they fall honor's fight,
Twill be as MANHOOD falls for right,
q In uncomplainiS valor's train
BETTING men ofpfty strain,
And knowing thy shall rise again
- Not as the carpeknights who whine,
III And shrink behi1 the forming line;
t., With quiet sword encased in rust,
I'M They sit, enchanti in distrust,
Or endorsed, ROLL foulest dust!
But men will heaand men win come,
hear the multittinous hum,
To OF men advaneinto the fight,
srs 1 see their gleamig lances bright,
u. Their pennons gAcingin the light.
No sordid can't int per cent,
a; Shall measure the high argument
The breath of lifel men and States,
III, FAITH sFEADFAsTyhatsoe'ert the fates,
Or. Is theirs, and all tit honor hates.
y. Yes, men will com the struggling Stat
sed | VIII march to Yicty soon or late;
Her sons are only Ought confused
With "GoD's greafft of speech abused,
his Bv men content WI honor bruised.
IL Her erieyous wouis, her broken helm
OF Shivered cuirass, In oriflamme,
i'm. Plead to her offspAg's love and power
Forward, this is h trial hour!
eh' Forward, each KNIT ~ rs devoir!