Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1881-06-03

race had nurtured, deep in love with Peace
And legal TO the Law OF Liberty;
A race had chosen freely for their guide
The godlike man, the logly NaEarene,
Who lived alone TO teach and died TO show,
That Love and Truth the law Of life should be
For all who would be sons Of God indeed,
or hope TO see His kingdom on the earth.
And 90 when rang, these hills and wales among
The clarion cali TO seek the tented held,
We stood aghast, and scarcely dared believe
That what we heard was real. false alarm,
We thought; for how could men be crazed enough
To draw an hostile sword against the Gag
Beneath whose sheltering folds their rights were safe
II surely cannot, must not be, that they,
Whose fathers bravely side by side with ours,
Inspired by Saxon love Of Liberty,
Did valiant service at the Nations birth
In that grand time, hundred years ago;
AZ risk OF fame, Of fortune and Of life
Declared for Freedom and the Rights OF Man,
In grand defiance Of the Tyrant King,
Who ruled regardless Of the common veal
1t cannot be that sons Of patriot Rires
Like those who fought and fell at Cowpens field,
Or hrayely bore the brunt at BrandyWine,
Should ruthless seek to wreck the fabric fair,
The priceless heritage by heroes won
Through seven long years OF bloody sweat and toll
Our sacred liberties, both theirs aud ours:
They cannot mean the Unions overthrow.
Alas! twas no deiusion or a dream
No idle fancy OF summers night
But horrid War indeed The torch was lit,
And baEed lurid fame They meant It all;
Meant war and bloodshed to the bitter end.
The men were mad, and surely knew It not;
maddening, subtle poison in their blood
They took, when human:rights they dared believe
Could subject be to barter and 10 trade.
We blame them not, their lot not cast as ours;
Lament we must the wage to us they nung.
No choice had we, as loyal men, but hght;
Accept we must and God defend the right.
God Of Justice, God of Truth and Love.
Thou knowest well we fain had lived in peace.
The cross Thou gayest then was hard to bear
To stain in strife our hands in brothers blood.
But recreaney 10 sacred Truth and Right
Eternal vengeance must be made to feel,
And Thou didst call us to the needful task;
Not ala hould run h.ua araa fwhn 49, IA
Thus are we taught, from age 70 age, the truth
That man IS keeper to his brother man
In ways more precious than he often thinks.
By sore experience we shall learn, ct last,
What works the i'll Of one doth injure all
We cannot but at peril Of our peace
Regardless be Of what our brother Is.
We win together in the race Of life;
We rise or fan, we sink or swim, as one;
One God and Father have, one destiny.
Thy brother, where is he ~ doth God require
or every son who would to heaven aspire.
The day OF vengeance for the broken law
The guilty Nation now soon to know;
The hour had struck for sacrihcial blood,
The price to pay for Rights Of Man betrayed.
The altar fires were lit, and loud the call;
The victims were not slow, but freely went,
And freely poured precious crimson tide
To save the nation from deep disgrace
And cleanse the shameful stain from her eseutcheon
All mel we reck but little here to-day,
Amid these peaceful scenes Of beauty rare,
OF tears that flowed, copioua, bitter stream
From broken hearts Of women tried and true
VINO Iound themselves IN WidOWhood and want
In those dark days, some twenty year, ago.
Yes, twenty years ago these fair green hills,
These sweet and fertile wales, 30 peaceful now
And still, were eehoing to the dreadful din
OF Martial Musics mastering call. "To Armsl'
call no man can hear without dismAy,
Who knows in truth, alasl what means that call
And fears his God and loves his fellow man.
Yet men within whose veins there freely ran
The patriotic tide of hero blood
The blood which flowed in noble yeomen bold,
And valiant service did on that great day
With Starke on field Of famous BENNINGTON
Sons Of such sires must needs with feeling thrill
with ardor glow, to take the tented field
When warlike drum and fife the echoes wake
Among these grand old soul-inspiring hills.
They did with Ardor glow, noble and true
With feeling thrill, holy, deep and pure
As ever thrilled the souls Of mortal men
Engaged to win a sacred periled cause.
Commissioned Of the Lord Jehovah's self,
The humblest soldier felt himself TO be;
Felt called Of Heaven TO yindicAte the Right,
And strike the shackles from the fettered slave.
Obi tell me not ye faithless, fearing souls,
Tell not such men, on such an errAnd bent,
Can ever fail while Nature holds her way.
The moon may yet her mission fair forget,
The stars in heaven may cease their shining clear,
The sun himself may weary in his course;
But men inspired with love OF Truth and Right,
Who give theDsetues for such q sacred cause,
Can never, never fail, or feel despair,
While God is God and makes the Right His care.
Alasi the heroes brave may bite the dust,
May martyrs be, and I'LL one common grave,
But, heaven be praisedi our hearts assurance have
That such death, in such holy cause,
Is heaven ami bliss, and worth ten thousand lives
OF selfish gain or ignominious ease.
Alasl alas for our weak human kind,
That in time so big with mighty deeds,
With good for man and glory TO the State,
And cen among these soul-inspirng hills,
Whose beauty once to see, whose air TO breathe,
Would seem enough to disspate all doubt
And make hero for the eternal Right
That even then, and here, alas were found
Some prophets false. of evil omen dire.
Who SAVIOR said they saW-professed to soc
In all the rising Of heroic blood
The patriotic feryor Of the time
The noble sacrifices freely made
disaster, failure, ruin worse than death;
The boarded fortunes Of hundred years
As nAught will be; our substance wasted all,
Our credit broken, and our commerce gone"
All these, and other nameess, dreadful ills,
Those birds Of evil omen croaked, would come
As consequence Of measures then pursued
To save the nation from dismemberment.
1.-THE Maynard Sisters, let them 20 at will;
They mean no harm, perhaps twill work no IN.
Let them in peace pursue their chosen course
Have they no right TO sue for this divorced
They Joined the compact Of their own free ehoiee-
Can we afford to disregard their voice 2"
So, smoothly, spske some oily tongues that day,
The birds OF evil omen croGked In vain;
The oily tongues met merited disdAin.
As rolls the mist from OF the mountain side
At feryent kiss Of rising summer sun,
Revealing glory fora time eelipsed,
So rolled from OF the sacred form OF Truth
The dismal mental, miasmatic fog,
Vile sIhAlation Of the selfish soul,
The moral mist which hid her sacred form,
Revealing Duty in heller light,
As blazed on high the sacrihciAl fame
By heroes fed, whom no base fears could quell.
As rushes headiong down the mountain SIDE
Leaping resistless on from rock 70 rock,
The forceful torrent as IL seeks the sea,
sweeping along the rubbish In its course
When summer clouds their pent-up foods dispense
At crash and roll Of heavens artillery,
So leaped, and rushed, and hurried DER the land
lAnd bore resstless on its sweeping tide
The mental rubbish of the oily tongues)
The pent-up fury Of the nations wrath
The righteous indignation long repressed-
When Sumter's thunder broke the fateful spell
Prophets and tongues were lost to and sight,
Forever lost, In dark, oblivous night.
The conflict hot and hotter grew apAee;
Fiercer and hercer glowed the cleansing fire,
Columbia sweating blood at every pore.
widows and orphans WailinR DER the land,
Fathers, bereft Of sons, were grieved aud sad,
Dependent mothers mouFned their stan and stay;
And still the carnival Of blood went or,
TIL oft It seemed as If our faith in God,
As caring for the sons Of men, must fail,
And We in atheistic, grim despair
Sink down, the victims Of distrust and fear.
Courage. ye people all-our God doth reign;
In Justice, Mercy, Truth, His throne rs set.
In His own time He win His people bless.
As with our fathers through their weary hght
30 with their sons, to help them day aud nighk
He ever H. In hope and trust march on:
Thy God ts near. Tho hid, he is not gone"
So eOunseled oft the prophets Of the Lord.
And prayed with junction trae, the o0naid sore