The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1877-07-05

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II i the brave that first forget,
And noble foe. that first unite;
Not they who strife and passion whet,
Then SLIM. when comes the need TO smitc,
IT'S mutual courage that forgives,
And answering honor that OUTLINES
The onsets hour, the battles day
The hearts that dare quick to feel;
The hands that wound are soft To heal;
The blool that dims hero's steel
His proud tears wash away!
One boiler sun awakex at last
For North and South the blithe, bright he
No more upon our deal are cast
The once divided gift of flowers
But where the live oak hides in moss,
And where the pIumy larches toss
Their arms above the may1over's bed,
And where wide waves Of prairie crawl,
70 meet. far west their mouDiain-wall,
The Peoples voice says Peace to ALL
We honor equal dead"
Oh, never from our elm-tree shades
30 sweetly piped the thrush as now;
Nor mid the lonely Everglades,
The mochng-biTd on cypress bough.
Nor wild-grass woye by meadow nils,
Nor clover on the happy hills,
10 soft carpet for the Spring.
Bound is each hand that fsin would spoil;
The Truce of God upon our soil
DeScends, like Sabbath after toll,
His pensions to bring
lis time your bard resirung his harp,
That long has echoed in its note
The yolley' 4 rattle, fierce and sharp,
ls,41 hun ~ &
That sang of fields where Glory swaycd,
But wingless Victory paused, and stayed
10 see her only flag unfurled;
That summoned as a bugle blown
That challenged, as tTumpet's tone;
That quickcned, as bolt is thrown
From heaven. 10 shake the world.
All must we then renouuce the theme
That first can rouse and hest inspire
The splendor Of the soldiers dream,
The ardor Of the patriots fire ?
When each, 10 sternest duty bowed,
Makcs all, a. CON mon kindred, proud,
And blots the long reproach of Time
When Youth forgets what most Is fair,
And Age assumes a nobler air,
And Manhood, aS wave in air,
Heayes high, 10 fall sublime.
VI.
Inc virtues, poured in lavish flood
10 whcim our cOaTSeT SELF in shame,
The pure infection Of the blood
That burned for loftier need than fame
Must these be- lost or absent now
The song Of lip, the light OF brow
ReneIn berine they were doubly ours?
Aud, though we honor both ~ one,
That strain Of laood, in both begun,
Say, lies 1t buried from the sun,
Beneath memorial flowers?
Not 50, the summit Of his deed
Is the true measure of the man,
Though once alone he caught The speed
That every haser aim outran.
What once a moment Is, assures
The certainty of what cndureS,
And thus its sacred law DEGREES;
SO ye, whom battle spared or Scared,
Safe sheltered now from disregard,
Hearkcn TO England's blind old bard
. Peace hath her Yictories!"
What once in fiery test Of war,
SO proved itself must ever stand,
To make the land worth living for,
Since others died to save the land
Take from their lips the parted breath
Make Life rs glorious as in Death
To them the triumph when they fail
Still bid the phantom squadrons throngs;
Their purpose and their will prolong
To guard the Right repeI the Wrong,
And giving, gain their all !
Are they but soldiers who enlist
When peril shocks the nations heart?
Who leave the maiden's lips unksSed
Or kiss the wife and child, aud part
But soldiers then, when calls the drum
And calls the flashing bayonet; q" GOMEZ"
And batteries challenge " If you dare! -
When all the standards wave unfurled,
And other clouds than Heavens are hurled
To dim the beauty Of the world,
And death floats free in air?
They most are soldiers, who shall keep
That climax of their manhood vet;
Who stand on guard when others sleep,
Aud bear in mind what all forget
Not in the clash of steel is found,
For them, the only battle-ground:
Equipped and armed, through life they 20,
Their hearts best blood resolved to spend,
Where Honor shows some grander end, =
For whom each true m is Il friend,
And each false man a foe!
If knaves bcguilc, by felon art.
The shifting favor Of the hour;
II civic rule from right depart,
And bTazen impudence has power;
II low Ambition buy his place
While Merit waits in half disgrace,
Still undecided swayS the fight;
The buglc still 10 charge commands;
There is no truce of tongues or hands.
No quarter while one foeman stands
To mock eternal Right!
The idle blade is gnawed with rust,
Though meteor of a hundred fields;
The lance, unhandled, falls to dust
That proved its grain on shivered shields
And Manhood that has learned to dare
Should as sword his courage wear,
His honor as a flag defend :
Should stand, amid the needless host,
lifelong sentry at his post,
His soul device and knightly boast;
To break, but not to BEND
Soldiers of Peace-in war began
Your service, and it must not cease
Until the soldier through the man
Has conquered and ennobled peace,
Frank eyes of youth grow bright, to trace
spell on each historic face
That sets your lives their own above;
And wutn1n's homage, sweet and shy,
Not woman's pride shall dare deny,
Since he who reIdieSt is To do
Is trucst in his love-
One LOYAL hlbit summons all
From out the dust of old desires;
Ono spark Of truth your deeds let fall
Shall till the land with freShcr fires,
Though youths belief be manhood'S doubt,
And generous hopes he trampled out
by cynic Scorn OF selfish viii,
Yet honor stays, devotion burns,
And pride that mean concession spurns,
No man his ear v faith unlearnS,
And keeps his manhood STILL
This soldiers, be Your chosen fate,
Your fame that longest shall endure,
lis noble thus TO save state,
But nohler yet t. make it pure
For ALL whose swords were brayely crossed,
There is no true cause that was lost
Defeat uniteS with victory
To win, for each, grauder aim
one Fathcrlaad. redeemed from blame;
One Past, of saddcr, prouder fame;
One Future, just and free!
From Harper's Monthly.
,Auf St'iedtrsehen.
Janet, you ought to have a ST
written about you. You look SO
one"
Janet was walking up the broad ca
stairs in front of me As | made this
mark. She turned laughing in her
sweet way, and leaned against the W
a slight figure clad all in soft dark b
from whose dusky lights looked out n
tiower-like than ever, the pure face, v
its dead-leaf hair and hazel eyes.
Ought /? Then you tell it for
Sylvie."
All, my infant, all in good time,
| must find my, or rat
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