The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1890-08-21

Seed that shall botaom again
blossom IN Revolution
Ana tho birh NJ q Constitution
brought form IN the iFeemana hghb
IN tho darng defence Of right
Ia tho apehdOr n Ight made mlahli
IN tho century no6er Of state
inA Union grand aud great
Tho fruit ot q mighty endeaVor
ono and forever
Aye, IT'S brave 10 be going
Fouh 10 the pipe aud the drum
out where the nuglea are blowing,
Hearing the drum say Come
Loosed IN the voice Of the dumb
And tho halt aud the lame
They leap In acclaim,
And tho beAdlths boy says "Comei'
And tho horses are nelghlna
Aud tho tfumppls ate hraylng
Aud tho heroes are shouting "Come,"
Aye ltla brave 10 be going
Where the hdgleH arc blowlngi
Whore free men aIe met,
Win faces ilfm seIl
Ana they hold up strong hands,
Ana they vow 10 be true,
40 dare and 70 DO,
For tholr lard ot all landa
Ana th0thrlls are hsacreamlnE,
Ana tho rockets no gleamingl
And tho roar Of the cannon rays "come,
Come, patriot come"
nut tho mother n home IN hcraorfow,
or the wife with tho babe ON hof knee,
No cymbals shall gladden. her morrow,
No mournef No mourniul ~ hhei
Ana aho swoonh IN hcr pain,
when she hears the refrain
OF tho lubant marches ATARI
Of tho thundoroua choras Of war
q son, with lhr golden locks
All cilmplcd and orlmsonod aud wet
Win tho dowi of death IN thom set,
Whore tho surge ot tho battle shocks
o father 10 stark and hllll,
Whore tho giunuu charge over the hll,
And tho mowers OF death are thick,
Ana tho heart of tho hero n sick
DO you hear hrr calling you, come"
Above the Air aud no drum,
And The oauulu that roara and rcudl
nolh foes ana irlonduT
Hut o for the Puritan mo,hcr
Or tho maiden Of Plymouth nay
WHOM husband and father aud brother
Aud lover aru marching away
when the las, broad Is broken,
Aud tho last VOWS are spoken
And tho klsri are sweet ON tho lips
As honey from comb ~ II drlpsl
Aud tho sword aud the belt arc IN place,
Ana tho horror of death ofuopa apacol
Aud sho amllosa farewell,
Ana she whltpefa, "iic true
10 the cause that ID ealllug for youl
For death IA tho portal OF life,
And donrcr than mother or wife,
the truth that IA calling for you,
From tho scorn and confusion ot holli
Aud better the bonds Of the grave,
Than tho gyyea Of the slave ~
Doyou hear them2 Tho Minute Mon marching
They have lcapt tho dread valley Of bOntal
Above hom tho bow oyorArchlnM
beneath the aaoflnoal stones,
Whore tho martyrs are making thcr moans,
Doyou hear thom9 Tho Minute Men marching
Thoy are shaking the Kingdoms and thrones,
They are marching ana marching ana mAfohlh
Tho bow Of tho Lord oycrarchng,
o Ana Ihoson takes the place Of tho sire,
Ana tlrI path " u pillar Of ilrci
Asthcyro marching and marching and marchln
Tho promise ot God oycrarchlng.
Doyou hcarthomg The Minute Men marching
In the baltimore streets they are marching
Ana the drops Of their fiery bNptlsmh
Has orlniaoned the cup Of their ohrlamal.
Doyou hear thom2 The Minute Men marching
The shadows Of death oycrarchlng,
Aud beneath them confusion aoysmnlY
Doyou hear thcmY The Minute Men marching
o mpcroua Puritan mother
10, the fuddy rod cross oyorarchng
She comes, keeping time with her brother
Nhen ho falnta she Ia there TO relieve him,
When ho falls tho Is there 10 receive hlm
when tho cann0na roar out,
In tho charge and the rout
Ana the frenzy Of wrath
Cuplu lurld, long path,
I'm rider and horse
Are down In its course
No horror will force her TO leave him,
No disaster 10 question or grloyo him.
Aud hor voice IL tho ,lnklo OF timbrolg
when the battle Ia olashng Ia cymbals,
"IIy the stara and tho stripes floating DER yol
By the mothers and wives who adore you,
By the Commonwealth blazing with glory,
Bya Union TRANSPORTED In story
By tho Puritan pride 0f ondoayor,
Bo ircomon forever aud ever"
And the hosts Of the Lord oyorarohlng
Massachusetts goes marching and marching.
heroes OF elogo and OF battle.
Rccountlng your conqucsls again,
When the drum-thrObs Of victory rattle
Make room for the angels Of pain
For the angel who sapg In the dawn
or the glory " God marching on
For the whlto-rlbbonod angel OF right
Lifting up pleading voice IN the night
For the angel who carries unfurlod
The hammered red cross to tho world
For the angel who bears on her breast
The badge of sweet charlty's questi-
The cradle OF liberty swung
From tho cross that tho crusader sung
A salute and yet another
A salute while the buglos play
Por the peerless Puritan mother
For tho mothers Of Plymouth bay
FOR the royal Relief Corps women,
The glory OF Boston town
For the women OF the brave Old Commonwealth
Who share In her bold ronown