The Somerset reporter., 1885-06-10

MISS MABLL GOODWIN.
WRITTEN FOR TIE OCCASION BY MRs r.
p. WEBB.
When Liberty saw her beautiful pennon,
(America's emblem OF all that is free1
Assailed by the South with their terrible can
non,
Whose duh booming rolled DER the waves Of the
sea,
She mingled her cry with the lannon's deep
thunder,
Aud called to her sons who were loyal and
brave,
To rise, ere the Union be severed asunder,
And patriots weep over Libertys grave.
When the wild cry for help, rang over the ma
ton,
1t blanched faces white aud hushed every
breath,
And as they Till heard its reyerberations
Men trembed as though in the presence OF
death,
Then heroes sprang forth from the mountain
and meadow,
And rushed to the rescue, with glory aglow,
As heavens own stars spring out from the
shadows,
Aud scatter the leglons of darkness below.
The contest was fearful, the North cool and
steady,
Unfiinching as steel, met the fire of the South,
Who manned every gun that stood there, all
ready
With sentence of doom from it's death dealing
mouth.
Tho blood ran like water, no freeman would
falter,
AS fast as one fell, others rushed into line,
And offered their lives upon Liberty's altar,
A sacred oblaton OF living red wine
Mid the boom of the guns aud the musketrys
rattle,
While the hot air Is lurid with smoke and with
fame,
Mid the shock, and the horror, and din of the
battle,
Not brave boy regrets by q word that he
came,
They conquer they force the brave foeman to
They smother the flame that by treason was
famed
The South has proved brave, but the North is
still Drawer,
And the flag of the Union waves over the land.
o who can forget the soldiers ovation,
As homeward triumph, ne oainu Aoin tho
war,
Men poured in his lap every gift in the nation,
They rent the air round with their cheers and
huZzas
But an the brave boys who are silently lying
With hands ever folded and lips that are dumb,
They never return with their gay banners flying,
With blast of the buge or beat of the drum.
Afar from their homes and the dear ones who
love them,
There's many hero, who sleeps his last sleep,
While the stars stand at night as a sentry above
them,
And the dews as they fall, are the tears that
they weep.
In forest and field, and by rivers cool borders,
They will rest in their tents till the final great
day,
When they shall receive the soldiers last orders,
And march with their Captain to glory away.
We honored them living, but death adds new
lustre,
And brings to their deeds far greater renown,
Immortal they glow in Iiberty's cluster
AS jewels she gathers to place in her crown.
1t is well for the people II day has been given
To honor the dead whose valor we Sing,
When the sun comes out warm from his home
up in heaven,
To ripen the seeds into blossoms Of spring.
To bring fresh tribute of bud and of blossom
As oft as the season of flowers come round,
And weave them in garlands to lay on the
bosom
OF all the brave soldiers who sleep un -.er
ground
1t is well for the people to fill to completeness
The measure of love and respect that is due,
For the blossoms we bring i'll their beauty nd
sweetness,
Are an emblem of thoughts that are tender and
true
These heroes lone graves bear n sacred relati
To all that we ever most precious can hold,
For they the price that was paid for the
nation.
price that can never be reckoned ju gold.
We know that people are great in proportion,
Not alone to their wealth, or their reach of
command,
But the love that they bear and their loyal de
votion,
To their own native flag and their own native
land.
We know that people are great in proportion,
Not alone to their fame their learning, or laws,
But the honors they pay for their life and sal
walton,
To the heroes who died for Iiberty's cause.
Who knows but the life of flower is immor-
tai,
And It's soul passes forth in its breath of per
fume,
Aud rising, it enters through Heavens bright
portal
To blossom anew into beauty and bloom.
Who knows but the flowers, as fragile and fleet
ing
As tints of the rainbow-or drops of the dew -
ing,
When laid on the graves of the dear boys IN
blue
Then let US unfurl the old flag above them
For ns long as the stars and the stripes shall be
ours,
We will prove to the world we honor and love
them,
And send them our thoughts through the beau
tiful flowers.
CLEANSING WITH FLoUR.-Sightly soiled
white wooden articles, knitted or crochet
ed, may oe made to look as well AS new II
they are carefully rubbed In -four. Cover
them with flour and rub gently, rs II wash