Connecticut western news., 1881-10-26

The words are as folows:l l.
 Hark, hark down the centurys long reaching slope To those transports of triumph, those raptures hope. -t "...-
 The voices of main and of mountain combined, In glad resonance borne on the wings of the wind. The bass of the drum and the trumpet that thrills Thro' the multiplied echoes of jubilant hills And mark! how the years melting upward like mist, Which the breath of some splendid enehantress has Reveal on the ocean, reveal on the shore, --. The proud pageant of conquest that graced them of
 yore,
 Where blended forever in love as in fame See! the standard which stole from the starlight its
 flame,
 And type of all chivalry, glory romance, The fair hhes the luminous hh-s of France OhI stubborn the strife in the conflict was won! And the wild whirling wrack half stiled the sum- The thunders of cannon that boomed on the lea, But reechoed far thunders pealed up from the sea When guarding his sea lists, knight on the waves, Bold De Grasse kept at bay the bluff bulldogs of
 Graves; Still more fierce waxed the combat, more deadly the
 ire,
 Undimmed by the gloom, in majestic advance. Ah behold when th ride. OCT the red battle tide Whose banners united in love or in fame The brave standard which drew from the star beams
 their flame.
 And type of all chvalry. glory. romance. The fair lilies, the luminous lilies of France. No respite, nc pause! Blythe York's tortured flood The gray lion of England is writhing in blood! Cornwalis may chafe, and coarse Tarleton aver, As he sharpens his broadsword and buckles his spur This blade, which so oft has reaped rebels like
 grain, .... Shall now harvest for death the rude yoeman again." Vain boast! for ere sunset he is flying in fear, 1T, The French on his flank hurl such volleys of shot That cen Gloucesters redoubt must be getting too
 hot. o. welded in love. as united in fame, See the standard which stole from the starlight its And type of all chivalry, glory romance, The fair lilies, the luminous lilies of France. O! morning superb when the siege reached it's closet See the sun dawn eutbloom like the achemist's rose The last wreaths of smoke from the trenches up. curled . a-.. Joy, Joy! Save the wan, wasted front of the foe, With his battle flags fured and his trailing low Respect for the brave! In grim silence they yield. And in silence they pass with bowed heads from the
 he,d s 5F-t ' Then triumph transcendent. So Titan of tone That some vowedit must startie King George on his
 throne. When peace to her own timed the pulse of the land, And the war weapon sank from the warwearied
 hand Young Freedom, upborne to the height of the goal She had yearned for long with deep travail of sou A song of her future raised, thril ing and clear, 'Tiu the woods learned to hearken, the hslopes to
 hear. Yet fraught with all magical grandeurs that gleam On the heros high hope or the patriots dream. hat future tho bright, in cold shadow sha least The stern beauty that halows the brow of the past O.! welded in love united in fame, See the standard which stole from the starlight it's
 flame, And tyre of all chivalry, glory, romance. The fair lilies, the luminous lilies of France