Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1876-05-18
CENTENNIAL HYMN.

CENTENNIAL HYMN.
Our fathers God from out whose hand
The centuries fall like grains of sand,
We meet to-day united, free,
And loyal to our land and Thee,
To thank Thee for the era done,
And trust Thee for the opening one.
Here, where of old, by Thy, design,
The fathers spake that word Of Thine,
Whose echo is the glad refrain
Ofrended bolt and falling chain,
To grace our festal time, from all
The zones Of earth our guests we call.
Be with us while the new world greets
The old world thronging all it's streets,
Unwilling all the triumphs won
By art or toll beneath the sun; e ..i.
And unto common good ordaln q. b.. o..
This rivalship of hand and brain.
Thou, who hast here in concord furled
The war flags Of a gathered world,
Beneath our Western skies fulfill
The Orient's mission of good will, .
And, freighted with loves Golden Fleece,
Send back the Argonauts of peace.
Fer art and labor met in truce, ,
For beauty made the bride of use
Wethank Thee, while withal, we crave
The austere virtues strong to save, ....
The honor proof to place or gold, .ra,,..
The manhood never bou6 It nor sold!
O! make Thou us, through centuries long,
In peace secure, in justice strong;
Around our gift Of freedom draw
The safeguards of Thy righteous law;
And, cast in some diviner mould, >.
Let thy new cycle shame the old! 49,.
Mr.. Walsh, President of the Centennia
Board of Finance, then, at 11.26, presented
the buildings to the United States Centennia
Commission, and at the conclusion of his ad
dress, at 11.35, the cantata was rendered will
very great effect. Every word Of the basso
solo by Myron w. Whitney, Of Boston, wa
distinctly audible at the rear Of the guests
platform. The assemblage maintained excel
lent order throughout, and they loudly ap
plauded Mr.. Whitney, who acknowledged tn
compliment by repeating portion Of the can
tata, the words of which are by Sidney LAME
of Georgia, and the music by Dudly Buck, o
Connecticut ......
From this hundred -terraced height
Sight more large with nobler light
Ranges down yon towering years;
Humber smiles and lordlier tears
Shine and fall, shine and fall,
While old voices rise and call
Yonder where the to and-fro
Weltering of my Long-Ago
Moves about the moveless base
Far below my resting place.
Mayhower, Mayfower, slowly hither flying,
Tremb bling Westward DER yOn baking sea, ..'
Hearts within Fare,ceU dear England signing,
Winds without, But dear IN Uai' replying,
Gray Tipped waves about thee shouted, crying:
No! 1t shall not be!
Jamestown, out of thee '
Plymouth thee-thee Albany
Winter cries, Ye freeze: array!
Fever cries, Ye burn: a'oay'
Hunger cries, Ye starUe: dpdy'
Vengeance cries, Your graves shall tag!
Then old Shapes and Masks Of Things,
Framed like Faiths or clothed like Kings
Ghosts of Goods once fleshed and fair,
Grown foul Bads in alien air
War, and his most noisy lords,
Tongued with 1.-The and poisoned swords
Error, Terror Rage and Crime,
All in awindy night of time
Cried to me from land and sea,
No! Thou shalt not be-
Hark!
Huguenots whispering yea in the dark,
PuritanS answering yea in the dark!
Yea, like an arrow shot true to his mark,
Dart through the tyrannous heart Of Denial.
Patience and Labor and solemn-souled Trial,
Foiled, still beginning,
Soiled, but not SHINING.
Toll through the StertOrOuS Qeatn OF tne nlGnC,
Toll, when wild brother-wars new dark the Ligh
Toll, and forgive and kiss DER, and replight.
Now Praise to Gods oft-granted grace,
Now Praise to Mans undaunted face,
Despite the land, despite the sea,
was : I am and I shall be
How long, Good Angel, o how long?
Sing me from Heaven mans own song!
"Iong as thine Art shall love true love,
Long as thy Science truth shall know,
Long as thine Eagle harms no Dove,
Long as thy Law by law shall grow,
Long as thy God is God above, '" p.
Thy brother every man below, .
So long. dear land of all my love, ,..., ......
Thy name shall shine, thy fame shall glow |"
Music, from this height of time my Word un
-." fold; 80 80.
In thy large signals all mems hearts Mans Hea,
behold. ....f t;, - -; -.
Mid heaven, unroll thy chords, as friendly flag
unfurled,
And wave the worlds best lovers weleometo th
world. ..,f 3,.... -! All. y,ast. .G
At the close of the cantata, Gen. Hawley
in short and appropriate speech, formall
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