Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1877-08-01
)DST0CK, VT, WEDNESDAY,, AUGUST |, 1872.

that we have been almost ready to ex-
claim in the words Of Jefferson, 81 trem-
BILE for my country when remember that |
God is Just" But these things are tenn
porary and exceptional. Already the re-
action has commenced, and we scorn the
idea that any further immunities shall be
granted to corrupt and malign influences.
Let us everywhere demand that integrity
and principle be the qualifications for
public employments and private trusts
Let there then be placed before the youth
of the country high examples of patriotic
duty, Of stern integrity, Of yielding all
selfish and sectional interests to the end
that the dear old flag Of our Union may
endure through all time.
s'Let that banner wave forever,
May ts lustrous stars fade never
Till the stars shall pale on high;
While there's right the wrong defeating,
While there's hope in true hearts beating,
Truth and freedom shall not die.
As it foated long before us.
BE it ever floating Ell us,
Der our land from shore to shore.
There are freemen yet to wave 1t,
Millions who would die to save it,
Wave it, save it, ever moro
Guard well the institutions of our fath-
ers, bequeathed to us by Washington and
Jefferson, and Adams and Greene, and
Sumpter and Marion, and preserved for us
by the patriots who have succeeded them.
Educate the youth to patriotism and in
tegrty Teach them to love the whole
Union, knowing no North, no South, no
East, no W est, remembering that we are
all heirs alike of common Inheritance
and common glory. Let US cherish and
encourage sentiments of fraternity, union
and kindness, not only in our town, coun-
ty and state, but through all our land
Banishcd forever be all local and section
al feelings and jealouses, and II our coun-
try is to prosper, and as we trust and
pray, endure forever, it can only be by
Welding on all sides, all sectional con-
siderations that the greatest good may
accrue to all.
In conclusion let me add, as the sum of
all may say to-day, "Therc is, there can
be, no independence of God In Him as
a nation, no less than as individuals, we
live, and move and have our bcing;' and
let us prolong that ancestral prayer:-
God save the Republic!
A Poem by T. BLANCHARD, read at the
celebration in West Windsor, July 4, IT,
entitled, "REMEMBER TIE FATHERS"
New England is clad in her glory to-day,
A glory that slept on the bosom OF May,
But now in her prime, at the noon of the year,
She exultingly cries. 81 glory, am hero"
A mantle of green and q bonnet of blue,
With chnplets Of flowers and jewels OF dew
The sunlight her tresscs, 4 cloudlct her plume,
! Tho fr~sranne nt resos her dainty perfume.
'Tis thus the spirit OF summer is dressed,
And close in her fingers promise is pressed
OF fruitage and harvest, for garden and field
Are waving pledge Of beautiful yield
The air is as clear as the tone of bell,
Oh, fair is our country from mountain to dell,
UDliftinr to Heaven its rOck.crested 'front.'
But fairest and greenest the hills of Vermont; ;
All peaceful our homes, unshaken the ground
By the tramping of troops, or battles dreat
sound.
All Europe may drink at the fountain of blood
But the tumult is drowned in the deep rollin'
food.
From the horrors of war we have found n re
lease;
Our portion is beauty and gladness and peace
But while we rejoice in the beauty of earth
And fill the glad air with the echoes of mirth,
Let memory turn to the heroes OF old
who wed IL, a treasure more precious thai
gold;
: Who gave us our country, our freedom, GU
home;
A glorious past and grander to come.
Let cannon re.echo the voice OF the Dell,
Re.echo with cheers each thunder and peal.
Fling out the old flag and salute it with pride,
Re glad, but remember the fathers who died.
They came to the land of the maple and oak;
They dotted the forest with pillars of smoke;
, And around each beacon curling blue
l A clearing Of meadow and pasture grew;
, The numbering savage bent his bow,
But the skill of the hunters laid him low
The brutes of the forest who came to steal
. Were slain, and furnished the morning meal |;
, Tho rocks were rifted. the valleys filled,
| T.. ;Irt To-, nd n
, The river was stopped in its idle HOW
To turn tho mill in valley below
They felled the forest, they conquered III
brute,
5 They trod the elements under loot;
And all for what? twas for you and me,
=, Forever be sacred their memory.
t How smoothly to-day we hither rode,
i percbance in tho path our fathers trode
t With bleeding feet. Their laborthe rlose
Cut through and their hands built the bridge
The elm tree, waving, shadowy, grana'
Was set by fathers thoughtful hand
r Just where the children of the present day
r Would be sure to come this summer to play
, And down below us two buildings are
One is craven with many scar
" OF uneasy pencil and pocket knife
J. Twas there we began tle labor OF life;
And If any harvest of honor falls
h To US in life, twas within those Walls
+, The seed was sown and the culture given.
The spire of the other points to Heaven,
" And there we drank in the days OF youth
&c Whatever of yearning faith and truth
s. Our poor hearts hold. Tho morning sun
~ No holier presence shines upon
Than church and schoolhouse side by side'
u And these were built by the fathers who dice
,y I'm near the wind swept graveyard there
. Is another temple, now empty and bare,
y With shaky foundation and gable rough
lie With idle belfry and leaky roof,
10 With broad high pulpit and gallory,