Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1885-03-05
FROM THE MONUMENT.
By WILL CARLETON.

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This valley to its sloping hills;
Here CLEANS the modest house of white,
The stateman's longed-for, dizzy height.
Beyond, pledge of love to one
Who in two lands was Freedoms SON
The holder of an endless debt
Our nations brother, Lafayette.
But yon long lines of costly homes
And bristling spires and swelling dOmes,
And far away the spreading farms
Where thrift displays substantial charms,
And hamlets creeping out of sight,
And cities full of wealth and might,
All own the fatherhood of him
Whose glory Time can never dim.
All who can reckon Freedoms worth
Whould write across this whole broad earth,
With pen dipped in the golden sun.
The magic name of Washington
If we can keep the rules he gave
This land he more than fought to save,
Our future fame will glisten forth
Grand as the winter-lighted North
Look South-where, in its coat of gray,
The broad Potomac sweeps away,
And seeks the blue of distant skies;
But pauses where the great chief lies
Within his humble, hallowed tomb,
Amid Mount Vernon's deathless bloom.
AS glides this stream, great cOrse, past thee,
First to the bay, and then the sea,
So flowed thy life to rural rest
Ere thou vast Heavens eternal guest.
o strong high mani whose patriot heart
Climbed out from all common greed apart;
To whom mems selfish ways were small,
As from this tower, serenely tall
(Built that all years thy fame may know
Man look while creeping there belowl
How weak was power to thy clear gaze
Builder of nations joined in one,
Kinder Of splendor still to blaze,
Finder of glories just begunl
Live on, great sleeper! as this stone,
Highest from earth that man has known,
So shall be ranked thy solid worth,
Highest of heroes on the earth!
Happy, secure, and cherished name,
Love is the pillar of thy fame;
Thy praise comes from each patriots mouth,
Warm as the sunbeams of the Southl
Look Eastl The Nations castle walls
Spread out in massive beauty now;
Their lofty dome and pictured halls
In homage to this summit bow,
Oh, well that from these palaced lands
The marble spire obeisance win;
But for the one for whom it stands
This chieftain-town had never beenl
Yon plot so full Of brain and will,
Had staid bleak and lonely hill
If at five thousand dizzy feet
This shaft the whirling clouds might meet,
Till we could gaze for miles, might be,
To the uncrowned but royal sea,
'Twere not too much of honor then
To grant our crownless king of men.
You who the Nations law indite,
Look to this SUBMITS honest white,
Where, throned on walls that must endure,
Pure fame entreats you to be pure;
Until our glory be increased
Like sunbeams from the dazzling Easti
Look Westl There lies the hilly fields
Where brothers fought through days of dread,
Where mothers brooded Ger their dead,
Where soil the thrift of carnage yields;
Ubara oanno, roa-ad o,d hy,IIafs
Till every hillock had tongue.
o Nation being and to be,
That silent blood speaks loud to thee!
God grant, if ere our guns again
Must tear the quivering flesh of men,
The leaden hail-storm may be pressed
Against some foul invaders breast
Against some alien tribe and zone
And not, as then, to kill our own!
May all the fruitful strifes of peace
The thrilling bonds of peace increase;
May yonder orb, in his quick change
From mountain range to mountain range,
From valley to rich valley o'er,
From river shore to river shore,
From wave to wave-may yonder sun
One Nation count, and only one;
Until he dips his fiery crest
Into the ocean of the West!
Look upl The phantom clouds of gray
Grim ghosts of storm-have passed away;
The yelling of the sky is done,
And downward shines the welcome sun.
He kindles grand and peaceful fires
Upon the city's domes and spires;
He sends his strong magnetic glow
Through yonder moving thrOngs below.
Thou art, o sky, serene and clear,
A symbol of our country herel
What land in all this world of pain,
This earth, where millions toll in vain,
Where famine, pestilence, and strife
Play careless games with human life,
Where superstition clouds the soul,
And heartless brains sad hearts control
What country, framed in frost or flowers,
Can see SO clear sky as oursH
Peace throws her mantle, broad and free,
Der all who peaceable will be;
Plenty her sheltering flag doth wave
Der those who will but toll and save;
each day shall rise
For all who do not cloud their eyes;
While Liberty from every race
Has made this land a rcfuge-place.
Let our deep thanks forever Ay
Far as the reaches of the skyl
Il IHarper's Weekly.
The Governor of the Island of Samos
recently discovered tunnel measuring
about 5000 feet long. which was used at
least nine centuries before the Christian
era 1t is completely preserved and con.
tains water tubes of about ten inches in
each one provided with lat>
eral aperture for cleansing purposes.