National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1881-03-05
JAMES A. GARFIELD.
March 4. 1851.
BT EDWARD RENAUD.

Like the deep, sounding sea,
That with dearning roar
Breaks on some rOck-bound shore
So, in its ordered place,
With eager, upturned face,
Waits the proud populace.
What came they forth to see?
Whence come these cleaning arms?
Whence all these wars alarms?
What mean these bay nets bright
Flashing their tide of light?
\ While throughthe arches wide,
Spanning frons side to side,
Meath banners siIken fold,
As in the DAYS of old,
With sabre'S martial clank
Marches each ordered rank,
While drums and trumpets sound,
And DER the trembling ground
Thousands of marching men
Make the walls ring again.
Whose may this glory be?
Know, then, that this is he,
Who strong and Sturdily,
Foremost and first of all,
Comes at his country's call,
Calm as seadfilst fate,
To con the Ship of State.
His is no trembling handl
He flashed not forth to fame
Blazing with unknown name
Like some dread comets burst
Over a world accuTSt-
But like some steady star
Beaming from lands affair."
That with refulgent light
Makes the whole zenith bright!
So, step by step, he rose,
And where his footstep goes
With no faint light and dim;
Honor'S sun follows him =
Follows where bright and bland
Freedom and Glory stand!
Down the dim tide of years,
Mid mists of falling tears,
Meath wars dark cloud the bleeding land DER
shading
Isee him calmly stand
He gives his stern command
Through the fierce battles fiery cannonading,
Through blood red mists of rout
Through darksome days of doubt
When heroes hands and hearts alike were bleeding
Steadfast to honor's call,
He stood to stand or fall,
Till the bright sun-burst showed the night re-
ceeding.
Not yet his task was DONE
But with the dawn of light
Fresh from the headlong fight,
He, with his harness on,
Ere yet the day was won.
Stood in the bleeding breach
And with his ringing speech
Filled all the trembling land.
QGcnching the burning brand
Ere yet, with ned right hand
Wars cruel course was run.
Therefore did Gods good grace
Give him the foremost place;
Therefore each booming gun
Heraids our honored son;
Therefore people proud,
Naming his name aloud,
Set him aloof TO stand
Ruling the teeming landl
But mid the claDg of arms,
The mimic wars alarms,
The mellow music and the trumpets braying;
While for Fame's foremost son
Bellows the booming gun,
In its deep heart behold the people praying.
While yet with trumpet tongue
Worldwide, TO old and young
His life's long story Fame is proudly telling
Keep him. o King of Kings,
Sheltered by unseen wings;
No harm come nigh him in the Nations dwelling"
Now let the people shout:
Fling the broad banners ont!
For lie who makes or mars
Smiles on the Stripes and Stars!
Loud let the trumpet bray!
Flaunt all our flags to-day!
Let the deep lannon's roar
Echo from shore TO shore
From the guns brazcn lips
Over the harborcd ships
Echo to where afar,
Under days blazing star,
In calm Mount Vernons shade
Our nobicst son is laid
So are We well content!
Hail TO the Nations choice,
Long may the land rejoice;
Long may his honor be
Bright to posterity,
Bless him. o Lord that SO
His feet may forward GO
Where at the futures gate
Thy truth and wisdom wait
Bright be Thy blessings sentl
Gcd saTe the Presidentl