The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1881-11-16
The Yorktown Centennial Ode.

Hask, bark down the century's long-reaohing
alope
To those transports Of triumph, those rapturcs
Of hope,
The voices of main and mountain combined
In glad resonance borne on the wing 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, .nnelting upward like
mist
Which the breath of some splendid enchan-
tress has kissed,
Reveal ON 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 he-luminous lilies Of France
Oh stubborn the strife ere the conflict was
won
And the wild whirlipg war wrack half-sti1ed
the sun,
,sAe thundera OF caunons that doomed on the
lea
But re-echoed far thunders pealed up from the
Where guarding his sea-lists, knight on the
waves,
Bold De Grasse kept at bay the bluff bulldogs
Of Graves,
The day turned to darkness, the night turned to
fire,
Still more 6ercer waxed the combat, more
deadly the ire.
Undimmed 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 fame.
And type OF all chivalry, glory, romance,
The fair lilies, the luminous lilies OF France
No respite. no pauls; by the YOrk's tortured
food
The gray Lion Of England is writhing in blood
CORVALLIS may chafe and coarse Tsrleton aver
AS be sharpens his broadsword and buckles his
spur,
like grain,
Shall now harvest for death the rude yeo. nan
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 Gloucester's redoubt must be grow
ing too hot.
Thus welded in love as united in fame.
Lo 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 morning appear when the siege reached
its close;
B,e the sundawn outblown like the alchemistI
rose
The last wreath Of smoke from dim trenches
upcurled
Are transformed to glory that smiles on tn
world.
Joy, Joy Save the wan, wasted front of tn
foe,
With his battle flags furled and his arms trail
ing low.
Respect for the brave In grim silence the
yield
And in silence they pass with bowed head frcn
the ield
Then triumph transcendent 30 Titan of ton
That some vowed itmust startlo King Georg
on his throne.
vvt,aD paoca N har own tima the nnlsa of th
land,
And the war weapon sank from the war-wearie
hand,
Young Freedom upborne to the height Of tn
goal
She had yearned for so long with deep trava
of soul,
A song of the future raised, thrilling an
clear,
TIL the woods leaned to hearken, the hill slop'
TO hear,
Yet fraught with all magical grandeurs th
CLEAN
On the hero's high hope, or the patriot
dream,
What futnre, though bright, in cold shade
shall cast
The stern beauty that halos the brow of IL
past
Oil welded in love, as united in fame,
See the standard which stole from the starlig
its flame.
And type Of all chivalry, glory, romance,
Thseiair lilies. tho luminous lilies Of Franc
"AHEAD OF TIME