, 1877-07-14
NNNIyE!IsSAgeY Ode.
snohomish City Celebration, July Fourth
1877.

t,uinst all IN tONtIo VI
.,a.k the men on Bankers Hlll
Who breathed the cannons breath
WEo, with that stern nndaunted VIII,
cried, Liberty or Death
,;o ask the ones on Trcntons feld'
Or vet at Valley Forge
or those who asked but, "God 10 shleiu
Across the rivers gorge.
,;oask. the "minutc man." to tell
II Freedoms worth the strife.
See him, while bidding home farewell,
~ freely lsk his life.
40 ask the many heroes dead,
Who died in Freedoms cause,
Those in the rank and those who led
The founders Of our Laws.
10 ask, "thc boys" on Shilo's plain
Or at the Wilderness,
Fort Fisher, Beaufort with It's pain,
atlanta, Sumpter in distress.
40 ask the iron clad the spell
That drives her DER the waves
The answer sent on shrlcking shell
j., 'Union or our graves"
Go ask where rolls the battle smoke
Ersm cannons roaring land,
Where shot and shell the lines have broke,
There floats our Flag so proud,
10 ask the ones in Prisons cell,
shut ont from light OF day,
Their bitter thoughts no one Ian tell,
Where Hope sheds not one ray.
DO stand beside the graves unknown.
On many battle field
Where shines no marble burial stone,
Ger those who would not yield,
30 ask the mothers heart which bleeds
For sons in far of graves,
One comfort yet her old age feeds
THANK God, our Flag yet waves
Look at the lines of spirit forms,
The braves who suffered death,
Amid the battles tierco alarms,
And with their latest breath,
Breathed up prayer for friends and home,
While bugles sounded clear,
To, charge" and Ge--and on they coIhe'
Those men unknown TO fear.
Ask them as DER their graves ye tread
These Patriots once 50 bold,
Who for our Banner fought and bed,
And died beneath its fold,
Oh call it holy sacred ground,
Where Freedoms martyrs sleep,
Strcw beauteous wreaths their beds around,
While millions o'er them weep
Then dare not say, 'tis but a boast,
our Unions ioye we've proved,
By ali these graves--this spirit host
Who died for homes they loved.
Wei her. Through the battles cloud
Our Flag must proudly wave,
Our pride in Peace-in war our shroud,
None nobler could We crave.
Oh yes we love our Native Land,
Each mountain, valley, dell.
TO her we've pledged the heart and hand.
For her onr brothers fell.
We love each bright illustrious star
That on our Banner CLEANS,
Our Hope in Peace, our strength in war,
Rejecting Freedoms beams.
Our mountains team with grandest views.
The hills and rocky steeps
Upon whose sides the sparkling deve,
Ne er feel the white mans feet
Our yalies thrive with busy toll.
Our cities boast their strength
And peace and plenty bless our soil
Throughout our breadth and leagih.
Our towering peaks and beauteous hills,
Our lakes and mighty streams,
Zach hamlets and the little rills
Rejoice in Freedom's beams.
Then shout thrice blessed cons OF Earth
Our Eagle scars on high,
Ours Is the Land OF Freedoms birth;
For here we lie or de
Our fathers crossed the seething waves
To hee Opprcssion's rod.
And e'er they sank into their graves
Consigned our land to God.
Omnipotence seems yet 10 guide,
dur Nations glorious bark.
For safely DER tho waves we ride,
Though all around seems dark.
The powers across Atlantic's food
Are startled by the call
Of fbuglcs and the sight OF blood,
As scores In warfare fall.
Earth trembles at the approaching storm
And breads the leadcn rain
As war in his most fearful form
Leads out his battle train.
Our Eagle rerched on Freedoms dome
Watches the bloody track
Then soaring DER each vale, each home,
lfc shrick5 DEFIANCE" back.
He's guarded wella hundred utdrs
The Bander, Of our land
Once dripping blood--pov YGshed d. tgar4,
lie guard. with giant hand.