The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1877-08-02
ROSELAND PARK.
July 4, 1877.
By MARY CLEMNER.

out from the sunny valleys the happy people
pour,
There is music on the meadows, there is laugh
/ Beyond the Mashamoquet, where Putnam's
wolf went down,
From the breezy Green" Of Windhamf OF an
cieut Frog" rcnOwn;
Across Tue Willimantic, Ger Quinaiisset hil 3,
From shady groves OF KillinZly, rom Eas.-
fOrd's chatteTing rilis;
! From The outrageous low lands where Ossa-
Even from regal Norich, the rare "New Eng
land rose
/ We come, the happy people, to celebrate the
That gives us, and our children, Roseland Park
for aye.
Down through the fragrant vistas the happy
People pour;
There IS music on the meadows, there is laugh
ter on tile shore;
AS from he wales and hillsides and from the
With our children and our banners. we come
the day To crown
That through these open hiT-tops, across the
land, will reach,
To tell olRcr happy peoIee how their l1insmen
Beside the Lake Of Roseland, celebrate our day.
In ancient days our fathers upon the August
Kpelt low in solemn worship, and called upon
the Lord
For the bounty of his blessing to tremble softly
On the little band OF ,grims, on the newly
building town,
On the Wabbaquassvt hilltop, on the unbrok-
soil,
To crown with perfect fruitage the tiIler's pa
tient toll.
Now We, their prosperous children, in the plen-
In the harvest OF our plenty cry for the Lords
increase.
'Tis not the warrior alone who leads the Free
The patriot or the preacher who serves his fel-
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Leadeth weary brother closer 10 Natures
And be who in the clinging mold plants low a
Plants for future generations, the people yet
SO in The far-oR aeons the tale will yet be told
How out OF the great city in the famous days
A man who loved the people, and sought to
srrve them well,
Came to his native hillside and bought its
Yet not for his own children, stalwart raee,to
A grand ancestral home by forest, lawn, and
He boash! it for the people. Into each happy
He gave his gift forever-the gem Of windham
land.
This eager generation, like the neeting rose,
Like the mist above the meadows, like the dew
Yet on and on viii blossom the roses OF the
Junes,
Anu ON ana on VIII deepen tne azure august
And just the same September viii touch with
These tender skies above us, these hilltops
SCARED ana Old.
octobers scarlet torches will light the forest
high,
Novembers tears will glisten where her fallen
trophies lie,
When we. in Times vast army, have passed
Then the birds within these branches as glad
OF merry, mating welcome TO lovers in the
spring.
They'll tell the old, sweet story within the an
They'll sail upon the mirTored lake, they'll
whisper ia the gladei
And ON the Nation's birthday the peopled tides
will pour
with music on the meadows, with laughter on
They may forget his name, they may sing it in
sweet rhyme;
Yet the man who serves the people serves them
Tor ali time.
Out from the hills Of Pomfret the fiery Putnam
He led the mower OF windham along the battle
road.
Back TO the heart of Eastford, wien a hundred
years were done
Another genoa ion bore another sacred son,
Tie LYoN OF great batlies, all for Freedom won.
Beloved thou, my County, lar be tiny day OF
needl
When comes thy cry Of anguish, who'll give
Than the knightiy youth of windham? the
stirs il their quickening blood with unabated
fires!
"The young man" in his buggy" his happy
.'giIl" beside
The stern old stun is in them, as they softly coo
and ride,
That made their grandslres soldiers within the
wooded glen;
That MADE their iIand-dames royal mothers
OF mighty men;
That made their brothers heroes-ah! IL seems
but just day
That mole than all the quota they proudly
marched away
To fight the night OF Freemen. We crown them
IN our lay
The victor by the vanquished, the Blue beside
the GIay-
Children OF Peace forever, after the earthly
fray.
Now, on the Nations birthday, the happy peo-
pie march
To greet the peoples leaders beneath this leafy