Democratic messenger., 1881-10-29
CENTENNIAL ODE.
ELIvERED DAT YORKTOWN, on WEDNESDAY.
OCTOBER 10.

[The Centennial Ode, written by Paul II
Hayne, was sung on Wednesday by n chorus
under Prof. Seigel to music by J. Mosenthal
The words are as followsI
Hark bark, down the century's long eac hing slope
To those transports of triumph, those raptures o
hope,
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 ike mist,
Which the breath of some splendid enchantress ha
kissed.
Reveal on the ocean, reveal on the shore,
The proud pageant of conquest that graced them O.
yore,
Where blended forever in love as in fame
See! the standard which stole from the starlight it
And type of all chiva'ry. glory. romance.
The fair lilies. the luminous lilies of France.
OH stubborn the strife in the conflict was won!
And the wild whirng war wrack half stihed the sun
The thunders of cannon that doomed on the lea
But reechoed far thunders pealed up from the sea-
when guarding his lists. n knight on the waves
Bold lie Grasse Kept at bay the bluff bulldogs o
Graves;
The day turned to darkness the night changed to fire
Still more fierce waxed the combat, deadly tn,
ire,
Undimmed by the gloom in majestic advance,
All! behold when they ride DER the red battle tide,
Whose banners united in love or in fame,
The brave standard which drew from the star beam
their fame,
And type of all chivalry, glory, romance,
The fair lilies, the luminous lilies of France
No respite, no pause! By the York's tortured food
The gray lion of England is writhing in blood;
Cornwallis may chase, and coarse Tarleton aver
AL I~,,I
This blade, which oft has reaped rebels like
grain,
Shall now harvest for death the rude yoeman again
Vain boast, for sunset he is flying in fear.
With the rebels he secuted close close in his rear
The French on his flank hurl such volleys of shot
That cen Gloucesters redoubt must be getting toe
hot,
o, welded in love, as united in fame,
See! the standard which stole from the starlight its
fame,
And type of all chiyalry glory, romance.
The fair lilies the luminous lilies of France
o! morning superb when the siege reached it's close
See the sundawn outbloom like the alchemist's rose
The last wreaths of smoke from the trenches II n
cured
Are transformed 10 glory that smiles on the world
Joy, JOY, Save the wan wasted front of the foe,
With his battle flags furled and his trailing low
Respect for the brave! In grim silence they yield,
And in silence they with bowed heads from the
field.
Then triumph transcendent, So Titan of tone
That some vowed it must starte King George on his
Throne
When peace to her own timed the pulse of the land,
And the war weapon sank from the war-wearied
hand,
Young freedom, upborne to the height Of the goal
She had yearned for soone with deep travail Of soul
song of her future raised thrilling and clear,
Till the woods learned TO hearken the hillsopes tc
hear.
Yet fraught with all magical grandeurs that CLEAN
On the hero's high hope or the patriots dream,
What future, tho bright, in cold shadow shall cast
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 its
fame,
And tyre of all chivary, glory, romance,
The fair lilies. the luminous lilies Of France