Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1881-09-23

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FRIDAY EVENING. SEPT. %. 1881.
AN ODE.
For the Yorktown Centennial.
BY PAUL II. HAYSE, OF GEORGIA.
Hark, hark! down the century'slong reaching
slope
To those transports OF triumph, those raptures
hope,
The voices OF main and mountain combined
In glad resonance borne on the wings OF the
wind,
The bass OF the drum and the trumpet that
thrills
Through the multiplied echoes Of jubilant
hills.
And mark how the years melting upward like
mist,
Which the breath of some splendid enchant-
ress has kissed,
Reveal Oh the ocean, reveal on the shore.
The proud pageant OF conquest that graced
them Of yOre.
When blended forever In love as in fame
See, the standard which stole from the star
light its fame.
And type OF all chivalry, glory, romance,
The fair lilies, the luminous lilies of France.
Oh stubborn the strife ere the conflict was
won!
And the wild whirling war wrack half stihed
the sun.
The thunders OF cannon that doomed on the
But re-cchoed far thunders pcaled up from the
waves,
Bold DE Grasse kept at bay the bluff bull dogs
OF Graves
The day turned to darkness the night turned
to fire.
Still more fierce waxed the combat, more
deadly the ire.
UndimmeL by the gloom. in majestic advance
Oh behold where they ride DER the red battle
tide,
Those banners united In love as In fame,
The brave standard which drew from the star
beams their flame.
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 writh,ng In
blood
aver
As he shlrpens his brOl.iswOrl ana buck les
his spur.
''This blade. which so often has reaped rebels
like grain,
Shall now harvest for death the rule yeomen
again."
Vain boast; for ere sunset he's 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 Gioucrstar's reiOubt must be grow
ing too hot.
Thus welded in love united in fame.
LO! the standard which stole from the star.
light its fame.
And type of all chivalry. glory romance
The fair iili.s, tn: luminous lilies of France.
D Omornins superb! when the siege reached its
close 80
mist = rose!
The last wreath of smoke from dim trenches
upcurled
Are Transformed tn a glory that smiles OH the
world.
Joy, joy! Save the wan, wasted front of the
foe,
With his battle iiags furlcd and his arms trail
ing low
Respect for the brave: In grim silence they
yield
And in silence they pass with bowed heads
from the field,
Then triumph transcendent! so Titan of tone
That some vowed it must star,le King George
on his throne
When Peace 10 her own timed the pulse OF the
land,
And the war weapon sank from the war
wearird hand,
Young Freaiom upborne TO the height OF the
goal
She had yearncd tor 50 long with deep travail
OF soul,
song of the future raised, thrillin. and clear,
TIL the woods leaned to hearken, the hill
slopes to hear,
Yet frausht with all magical grandcurs that
CLEAN
On the hcros high hope, or the patriot s
dream,
The stern beauty that halocs the brow of the
Oh! welded In love, as united in fame
See the standard which stole from the starlight
its flame,
And type of all chivalry, glory, romance,
The fair lilies, the luminous lilies of France.
BY CHAs. rOINDEXTEI,, OF RICHMOND
Our fathers God, who on these plains
OF old gave victory to our land,
This day In gracious favor deIgn5
To bless the labor of our hand.
To Him let us our voices raise,
In lofty hymns and notes OF praise
Our grateful homage pay.
His was the strength that nerve.l their heart,
In faith 10 battle for the right,
As did the wisdom high imDart
That bafflttl all the fOcman's might;
And gave our land I'm days of yore,
Deliv'I;,ncc strong from trouble serc,
OF war and bitter strife.
Built ON foundation ST rong and deep,
The starward pointing shaft we rear,
The forms of mighty deeds To deep,
And tell to every coming year,
So let us in our hearts uprase,
monument of those brave days
OF faith and victory.l
lse Sensible.
You have allowed your bowels to become
habitnally cOstive. your liver has become tor
pid, the same thing ails your kidneys, and you
are just used up. Now be sensible get pack
age OF Kidney Wort, take 1t faithfully and
soon you vii forget you've got any such or.
gans, for yOu will he a well man.-ALbdny
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