New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1877-05-11


sword 'gainst brother drawn. :,
Shall nv heritage united, sundered lie ere
break of dawn7
| IT.
"Iike the din of mighty breakers beating sainSt
| the foreland's breast, -.
Rose the clash of battle to me in the bright
halls of the blest.
| But behold, in brothers battle foui death lulhs
And the hand that drew the sword shall
be shiyered by its wrath"
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Speaking thus the wrath, dissolving,. vanished
in the moons pale beams, III. u,o
| And brave Ali. like one that wlestes Wlth 'iie
might of heavy dreams, 80.
| Oriverin% stood, and cutched his swOrd-hilt
stubborn yet and fierce, troW, .-,-,:
But big drops OF anguish gathered ulcAilh9
down his rugged brow.
| But as dawn the heavens upcllmbing hathed
the dewy world in light,
Pale unreal seemed the vision that had wrought
its dread by night.
Pale too seemed his fainerS HchdCC' HI 'i0
Like the gcam of things far trembling through
the waters OF the sea.
And again those wrathiul brothers clash IN
many n hot aitray,
And again the stecl-tongueG arrow clOuuwaru
wends its winged way,
And AGAIN the wall Of maidens mingles with
the battles roar,
As adOwn the Tayaged meadows scour the
hungry hounds of war.
Winters four their wrath have wasted, dim
have grown four summer suns,
And the land lies bleak and blOOmleSs and the
brDOkiCt crimson runs;
Then az length the WaT-cry, iaIntlng, dieS Win
one long last lament,
And proud All in dust is humbied and his
dauntlcSs spirit spent
Gudmund silent and defiant Sazed upon his
In his breast no fouut of pity flowed amid his
dCatCSS woe.
Lo, tie blood that cried to heaven cried for
vengeance nj his hand
LO the cold, deserted hcarthStOncs ana the
SORROW of the land!
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Then he bound his brothers body IN hard bonds
that cnawcd his flesh,
Till his strength was well nigh wasted and each
SwOrd-WOund bled afIesh;
But with proud and tamelcss spirit all his bit
ter wees he bore,
And brave Alf, laid low and vanquished, was
as damtleSs as before.
Then sent Gudmmd forth his hOuse-swains,
human vultures gIeedy-eyed,
| To devOur his brothers substance and abaSe
his stubborn pride;
And the gods, their OcedS beholding, wcpt in
pity sore for HIM,
For the ne cup of woe ran over filled beyond the
bitter brim.
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And the rain in sounding torrents swept adoTn
the whirlng air,
But no germ OF life IL quickened, and the fields
lay bleak and bare;
| And the sun beat ileicely downward through
its uhcd vail of cloud
! In It's bud the rose lay bighted as the dead
within his slrOui.
Then one morn stood Gudmund gazing out
upon his wide domain,
Saw the path OF devastation winding DER the
sterile plain;
eyes with tears grew hot;
Goods OF wrath, yours IS the vengeance, and
l. fool me" !! ~ no'''
Straight with eager steps he HE'D him to where
Ali in letters lay,
| And he broke his bonds in sunder, flung them
TO the winds away;
! And he child the bunary housc-swains, babe
them from his sight depart,
| Raised with tender hand his brother, clasped
/ him TO Ills bloticr-hcart.
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Since that hour the twain united stand like
brothers, hand in hand;
See the love, once well nigh wither.d, into
fuller bloom expand;
/ And the JOY oi one Win SiadHcs5 MlshtcnS
too the others sky,
| And c'en sorrows face grows fairer mirrored
III the others eye.
/ Now the rain il blessings shower THOUGH The
soft warm Summer air,
/ And each Germ Of life Is qulcEnntd and the
fields are green ana taT:
/ Gladu,s, dWcils ga hut and palace ana the sun
liz SpicndCr giOW-,
And Us prophecy tuiullmg bursts from out its
bud the rose.
o, my brothers, the day and the hour is at
When The dead past mus5 bury its dead
/ When tac flames OF grim hate long 80 artfully
famed
Must be quenched, ere DISASTER they spread.
When the baneiul discussions The brother fcud
And the sorTowrul deeds that were done
| Must yield to the larger, ail-sucnsthcning
thought,
That in race and in blood we are one.
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DO we honor the dead whose warm Gfe-blood
was shed,
That our land might united remain,
/ Bv undoing their deed, that ambition may feed
On the lie of theif guerdon and gain
4.
| Shall the sword which they drew, now be
brandished anew,
Fresh discussion and hate to incite9
| Shall our love for the slain cleaye this nation
in twain,
/ Which they dyed with their blood to unite9
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Not a union OF swords, or of subjects and lords,
! Did our valiant fathers create
But of hearts that as one beat while life-bl0od
shall run,
! In the love that makes glorious and great.
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Like a late-creatcd DclOs blooming on the
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