The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1883-11-03

That lOW-rOOied QWeJlNn& SHeIteIe StuA
The phantom tenants Of the past;
Each garnet beam, each oakcn sill
Treasures and holds their memories fast.
Av. humble walls! the ,nanger.birth
To emphasize this truth was given;
The noblest deeds are nearest earth,
The lowliest roofs are nearest Heaven.
We hear the anthem once again.
NO king but God!'--to guide our way,
Like tina: Of old-"Good will to mem
Unto the shrine where freedom lay.
One window looking toward the east,
Seven doors wide.open every side;
That room revered proclaims at least
An invitation free and wide.
WAYNE Putnam, Knox and Heath are there,
Steuben, proud Prussia's honored son,
Brave La Fayette from France the fair,
And, chief Of all, our Washington.
Serene and calm in peril's hour,
An honest man without pretense,
He stands supreme to teach the power
And brilliancy Of common sense.
Alike disdaining fraud and art,
He blended love with stern command;
He bore his country In his heart,
He held his army BY the hand.
Hush! carping critic. read Alright
The record Of his fair renown:-
A leader by diviner right
Than he who wore the British crown.
With silver locks and eyes grown dim,
As victorv's sun proclaimed the morn,
He pushed aside the diadem
With stern rebuke and patriot scorn.
| lie queils the half.paid mutineers,
| And binds them closer to the cause;
His presence turns their wrath to tears,
Their muttered threats to loud applause
! The great Republic had its birth
| That hour beneath the armv's wing,
Whose leader taught by native worth
That man is grander than the king.
The stars on that bright azure field,
Which proudly wave DER land and sea,
We're fifty taken from his shield
To be our common heraldry.
We need no traprings worn and old,
No courtlv lineage to invoke,
No tinsel plate, but solid gold,
No thin veneer, but heart Of oak.
No aping after foreign ways
Becomes son Of noble sire;
Columbia wins the. sweetest praise
When clad in simple, plain attire.
In science, poesy, and art,
We ask the best the world can give;
We feel the throb Of Britain's heart,
And will while Burns and Shakespeare live
But oh! the nation is too great
To borrow emptiness and pride;
The queenlv Hudson wears in state
Her robes with native pigments dyed.
October lifts with colors bright
Its mountain canvas to the sky;.
The crimson trees, aglow With light,
Unto our banners wave reply.
Like Horeb's bush the leaves repeat
From lips Of flame with glory crowned:
"Put off thy shoes from off thv feet,
The place they trod is holy ground"
q fairest stream beneath the sun!
Thy highland portal was the key,
! Which force and treason wellnigh won,
Like that of famed Thermopyln.
| That ridge along our eastern coast,
From Carolina to the Sound,
Opposed its front to England's host,
And heroes at each pass were found.
\ vast primeval ralisade,
With bastions bold and wooded ores
\ bnlwark strong, by nature made
To guard the valley Of the west.
Along its heights the beacons cleaned,
1t formed the nations battle.line,
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| The soldier. seers Of Palestine.
These hills shall keep their memory sure,
The blocks We rear shall tall away,
The mountain fastness endure,
And speak their glorious deeds for aye.
And oh! while mornings golden urn
l. Hours amber light DER purple brin,
And rosy peaks like rnbies burn
Around the emerald valleys rim;
So long preserve our hearthstone warm!
Our reverence, o God, increase!
And let the glad centennials form
One long Millennial Of Peace.