New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-11-19
CENTENNIAL ODE.
81 =. '. WHICH, OF NEW YORK.

The fiocks and herds Stunned the green fields
spring,
And hied them to the deep and tangled wood.
Awed by the tremb ing eait tn on which they stot
The whirlwind gave it's fury to the gale,
The forked lightning pierced the bloody vale,
The thundeis crash Is lost amid the sound
OF rumb.ing ealthquaks's mighty voice profou1
The ocean waves. receding from the Shore
ShIank from the crimson food Of human gore;
wealied with charging through the bloody tide
The god OF battle turned his steed aside,
And plying angels cl. sed the dying eyes
OF freedoms maj tyre, aoothed their dying signs
And bore their souls triumphant to the skies,
While millions hailed with joy the glorious mo
When Freede me goddess. Liberty. was born.
From CArOlina's island. studded shore
To where Nisgara's iosming torrents roar
Tho voice of Freed ON filed the azure DOME
While the fierce goddess circled DER Ter home,
Shielded her sons and fired their fainting heart
Guided the fury oftheir fiery darts;
Unbound the thunder from the lghtning's aaah,
And sped the bolts amid the battles clash.
Sent her proud eagle Ger the trackless SEQ,
The mandate bs airing. Columbia il freei
Invoked the gods Of battle valor, Right,
To cid in forming Freedoms standard bright.
The gods in council met, where towering high
Mount Independence rises to the sky;
There Freedoms martyrs, shades Of great and goo,
In slitte,ing rcbes around Columbia stood;
They gave the stars they won, the brightest gem
That valor placed amid their dsdems;
Fair Juno gave her scarf Of heavenly blue
Emblem Of love-to patriots bold and true;
And Mars. the god Of war, brought stripes Of red,
A CORY Offering from our slaughtered desd;
ChaSte Peace bestowed her mantle, pure an
white,
And formed our banner, Freedoms banner bright.
Amid the ssorm where wars loud thunder roared
Where eerried ranks their piercing volleys poured
Where belchiDg cannon sent with deadly aim
Their murderous engines winged with lurid flame
Where fiery squadroAs swept the bloody plain.
Charged ON the broken ranks and Ger the slain;
Wheze bursting bombs their screaming fragments
hurled,
The star. and Stripes" Of freedom were unfarled
The dread Of tyrants, shrine Of the oppressed!
Meath whose broad shisld America 10 blest
The dark and lowering gloom Of sullen war
Has drifted from our shore. On fort and citadel
Now proudly h0ats our tag, with naught to mar
The dawn Of peace The Sabbath morning bell
Sounds sweetly from each &c tower and spEe
While old and young in Sabbath Day attire,
With reverence filed. before the altar stand.
Asking Gods blessing on fair freedoms land.
Tho country bloomed beneath the genial rays
OF smiling pf ace; the farmers sang her praise
While blowing up the prairie's virgin sod,
And in their temples rude an altar reared to God.
The yellow harvest gilded vale and hill,
The dancing streams we're captured by the mill,
The flying shuttles echoed through the land,
And the blast furnace waved it, fiery hand,
Tho woodman's AZ spared not the giant tree;
The Hottest pines were hOated to the sec,
Der which proud Commerce spread her snowy sail,
And, ftom the gamers Of her bounteous store.
Sent on the wings of Heavens eternal gale
her golden grain to earth's remotest shore.
And Science grasped the lightning Of the sky.
Formed the steam engine, gave it winss to fly;
The needle robbed Of huuger's weary sting,
And made 1t welcome with its busy ring;
Circled the tn with fiiendship's magic chains,
Nser to DO severed while the world 1emains.
xmptres beheld the bunshine Of our land;
Joy and contentmeot smiled beneath our sky;
Peace and prosperity walked hand in hand.
Nor dreamed that diseord's bloody hand was nigh.
But soon our sunay skies the storms o'ercsst,
And ltgbtninss a ashed in blasting hames Of red;
Discordsnt thundsrs rolled; the bugls's blast
Disturbed the slumbsrs Of our patriot dad.
The sun was darkened, and fierce meteors fell,
Lighting tho heDnphsre with slimmers wild;
And tygiAn clouds from tho abyss of hell
Rose Ger the plains. where marching columns filed;
Like mighty planets lost IN gloomy space,
Circling the sphere without Gods guiding hand,
By whirlwinds hurlsd in their concsntlic chase;
Now wheeling side BY slds now wide expand
Their furious course along the midnight skies,
Cleaning like the svengsng wrataful eyes
OF Lucifer. when that archfend deiled
The hosts of Heaven, In his ambitious paide.
Nations were spellbound. Watching with alright
The pondsrous orbs Of fury in their fl ght;
Fearing the onslaught Of the giants fight
Would quench forever Freedom's sacred light.
Nearer they came, swift as the lightning's flash;
With roaring avalAnche's deadly crash
The blazing 0rbs In frerzy's fury meet,
And Dc rec conclusions shake the depths Profound;
Discord lies dead beneath Columbia's feet,
And slaverS's broken 4. tters strew the ground.
Wars angry tumult now is heard no more;
Its bloody vampires arc forever fed;
For joy and mirth the harmless cannons roar,
While charity is weeping DER our nations dead.
Fame crowns each brow and hope illumes each
face;
nstioL's love 10 their trumphAl arch;
A nations gratitude their deeds sh III trace
On the pure tab cts of their country's heart;
And time the great destroy or, with his dart
Shall guard their history ever pure and bright,
Nha ha1vu Sho in nj III
Immortal Freedom! at thy sacred airline
Thy children greet thee and . garland Irvine,
The North sends oak and laurel, valor's pride;
The Rast gives sprays Of pine from mountain aide,
Deep Died - the love she bears to thee
Changeless in sunshine or adversely;
Tho South palmsttoes aud white fsecy flowers;
Rich golden fruit If m CALIFORNIA; wers;
The West sends graceful sheaves Of nodding grain,
Gathered where sinks to rest the setting sun;
And maidens far from al thy vast domain
Form the bright wreath thy glorious deeds have
won, |
Which grace the land We love-the land of Wash. |
ington!
Hail. fair Columbia Hail the natal day
Of liberty Long may her genial sway
With joy be sung. 10 loves sweet unison,
Dnti the silent eams Of time shall cease to run
THE FRIEND OF THE HERO.
CHAPTER 1.-THE BRUTAL LIFE.
'What would the world be without pas-
ioni" asked Thomas.
"A better place." said Orlando, land a
- it would be without cham
Dagne."
"And romancet' asked Themas, plant
vely.
Romance is to passion - the morning
oda-wster to the champagne of evening.