Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-06-14
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] sing of ono who lives and is not dead.
Whose name and fame can never, never
The grave, calm man, of solemn voice and
OF martial soul, great heart firm hand cleai
Who through the gates of hell his legions LED
Beneath frowning sky
oppressed by hate and envy in the North,
by thoughts of those he cherished in the
South,
With courageable heart he still went forth,
through famine and through drouth,
10 be the savior-fathcr-of the land
In the hollow of Gods hand!
see him in tho rich Virginia fields
Amid the clover and the asphodcl
While round him boom the bees, meath
FURNISHED Shields
And over him the Woodlands cleai. notes
swell,
a happy boy, with butterflies ut play,
Through n long summer day.
And then l see the young surveyor tramp
Where the wild red man and deer had gone
before;
And, when the day is dead, see him camp
beneath the stars, where swollen rivers
see him with his sweetheart lead the dance;
catch the words lie pours into her ears:
see nm spinning n Qove) song, perchancc,
And all his disappointed signs I hear
L see him through the French and Indian
wars,
In training for the work that's sure to
come
When King Georges long endured tvrapnc
VIII beappealed from, to the music of the
see him when the shot Mt Lexington
HceS whiriing through the balmy, generous
And SEQ that strong, ndomitablc mouth
VI Virginia's most indomitablc son,
As he buckled on his sword-his charger
strides
And northward rides.
1 see him swing through streets i'm Boston
hear him, through his almost slccpless
nights
Speak words of cheer, out on Dorchester
Heights,
When his ragged Contincntals groan and
frown.
1 see him cross the icy Delaware,
Beneath Deccmber's icy, starleSs skies;
Ana trenton, Princeton, rise before my
And then, again, grim, awful, blank despair (,
No food-no clothes-no Enthusiastically
fire;
49, No shot-no powder-nothing to inspire
lheir weary souls-but our great Hero
With bleeding hearts and feet, they watch
the day
Go sadly down the West;
'HS "hibt anu lTOZen puTtll tnrN rest.
IN that bleak, wind-swept gorge
While their great commander knelt him
down to pray,
Upon the frozen sod,
10 the Almighty God
At vetiey Forge!
Dear God, who secs each little grassblade
that grows;
Dear God, who gives the forest minstrcls
Who commandcst every wind that ever
blows;
10 whom all stars, all hearts, all minds.
belong;
Who sees with an all-seeing Eve the souls
vi puny mcn-make our hearts, our souls
strong ''
10 fight the good fight in our holy cause
And guide us from the cruel dccps to
shoals.
Thou givest wandering birds in storms n
Thou tempcrest the wind to the sllorn
lamb;
Thou hast made the dead to RISE the blind to
see;
Lo, bare my soul to Thee for what I AM
"A poor, weak mortal, with II love for Thee
And with n love for country and for
peace,
And Liberty
Fouchsafe to lead us on to victory
Ana from bondage and from tyranny
release
Thy children and their land
Turn our night to day,
And still hold us in the hollow of Thy
hand.
Lord, here we praym
And the Lord He heard him pray there in
the SHOW,
a grand century ago,
or tho stars and stripes would not be yon-
der flying!
Now, see him nurse the sick and watch
..~.- the dying
Hear his deep and soothing voice
BID the weary ones rejoice:
80 See him bow his martial head
Yer the Observation-Disclosures
While the tears rain down his deeply fur
rowed cheeks,
through those days, and nights, and weeks,
Until the spring comes once again
WIN IL, courage to his men-
FOOD and raiment, one by one;
And, when everything was done
10 warm each Continental son.
Why, he marched into the fray
With heart - light and gay.
That care and all its satellites went shriekinp
far away
And the warming that the British got ere
Monmouth town was won!
Fought he north, south, east and west, and
he fought his very best!
And at Yorktown met CORVALLIS, whom hc
straightway made his guest,
With his seven thousand men!
You know the rest:
How he laid away the sword-took up his
pen
Bnde his Generals good-by,
In Fraunce's Tavern, with IL sigh,
=. And big tear in ench eye,
10 become the "Cincinnatus of the West"
How they offered him 81 CROWN
How he dashed the bauble down
when they would have made him 'kingm
Sing sing sing
Ring ring ring!
His virtues and his praises while the skies are
up above you!
While the earth's beneath our feet, noble
Washington, we'll love you!
Till the liberty YOU gave lis is a poor thing of
the past
You shall be tho first within our hearts and
lastl
John E. McCann, in Once Week.
THE BANK ROBBERY.