The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1892-02-19

N We remember the
spirit undaunted and proud
That washington carried through sunshine and
cloud
The years pass away Ike the leaves on the
trees,
But the flag he uplifted still floats in the breeze
Weird Time he reverses his mystical glass,
And the phantonns Of fancy they dreamily pass
The Green Dragon tavern we cannot forget
Where the rebels of Boston for liberty met
The midnight awakens to hoOf-beat that rings
a message OF freedom-defiance TO kings!
Adown through the ages That sound-Paul Re
we're
On history's pages the centuries hear.
Old memories echo around Us to-day;
From Lexington, listen 10 sound OF the fray;
While Concord, arousing, sends back the alarm
And minute-men gather from homestead and
farm.
There Davis of Acton for liberty fell;
OF Butrick and Parker let history tell
From the shores OF the Mystic the low hills
arise
To your memory, Warren, that shaft to the
skies:
That summit of glory that crowns Bunker hill;
The spirit Of Adams is guarding it still.
There Prescott and Putnam eontended with fate,
There Stark led to battle the old Granite state,
There freedom, not glory, the patriots sought
ImmOrtali in story the hill where they fought
There Knowlton, enshrouded in thunder and
fame
Upheld like a hero Connecticuts fame.
As long as Connecticut honors her sons,
Her Knowlton and Hale shall be glorifed ones.
Pitcairn, in your valOr old England takes pride,
Brave foeInan uadaunted, like soldier you died,
Thrice leading your veterans up the grim crest;
In Westminster Abbey profound be your rest!
From Virginia comes 20 the state by the bay
The trappers OF Morgan IN hunters array;
From the banks Of Potomac, from Sherandoah's
vale,
The heroes Of Lexington bid you "An hall"
Here the Head OF the Army meets Liberty's
sons,
BIS welcome to Cambridge the enemy's guns.
The insolent cannon grew quiet one day,
As the naughty invaders were driven away.
Fort Sullivan, Trenton, Long Island-oach
name
Is written in blood upon tablets Of fame
Fort Sullivan's flag, the white crescent on blue,
Over Jasper the fearless how proudly it flew
How Charleston reioiced when the blue banner
rose,
Waving courage to friends and defiance to foesl
At Long Island, John Calender would not re-
treat
But remained with his guns on the field of de-
feat
The name OF a coward that the gunner had won
Ol the heights Of the Mystic that day was un-
done.
What stories, Champlain, as you lie at the feet
OF Grown Point and "Old Ty," your blue
waves could repeat;
Those fortresses frowning, they echo the story
OF Old EthaH Allen and Green mountains glory.
On the walls OF Quebec listening sentinels hear
The tolling Of midnight the last of the year,
AS Montgomery, scorning the hot cannon's
breath,
Beneath the stern fortress met boldly his death.
Christmas eve has arrived on the Delaware cold;
he is holding high festival, Washington bold.
For the Hessians feast Christmas day they
prepare,
Those heroes that crossed the storm-tossed Del
aware;
A festival CHASTITY, where blood shall be wine,
Where the worm on the dead shall right royalty
dine.
Brave Morris the Quaker, immortal his glory,
The annals Of Princeton embazon his story;
Now Bennington rises, a summit OF flame,
Where Stark of New Hampshire led farmers to
fame,
John Stark, the old hero, who fought by the
side
OF Prescott and Putnam, where great Warren
died.
Triumphant his banner he bore to the height,
And his wife, Mollie Stark, was no widow that
night
Saratoga, Stillwater-they each have their
While Monmouth, Fort Mercer, are written in
glory.
Brave General Wayne, who the old annals tell,
Said If Washington planned it, his troops could
take hell.
Stony Point and its capture shall ever remain
A monument fitting Mad Anthony" Wayne.
West Point, at your bidding rise ghosts from
the tomb,
And Andre the gifted goes forth to his doom.
A spirit so noble his fate we bewail,
While pity is silent, remembering Hale.
Bold Benedict Arnold, how brsvely he fought!
Can he be the traitor whose honor was bought?
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He bartered his glory for renegades grave.
Saratoga it gives him with heroes place:
West Point has enshrouded his name in dis
grace
For Andre, Fort Griswold, he cannot atone,
THIS traitor who persisted in exile alone.
Kings mountain and Cowper's hot fighting
have seen.
Where the Tories went down before Campbell
and Greene,
Nathaniel Greene, who, defying King George,
For freedom and country left anvil and forge
On, blacksmith immoTtall reSounding your
blows,
That arm when uplifted struck terror to foes
On the crest OF the tempest a rainbow appears
And Yorktown Mumines the darkness of years
The star-spargled banner, the lilies OF France
Triumphant in victory, glorious dance.
Though lives Of the braveSt, and millions it cost
King George has been vanquiShed-an empire
is lost,
Cornwallis is tal1en-the victory won,
On history's pages a nation begun
Old England, our kindred in language and blood.
Each year brings US closer across the wild food;
In your sorrow We weep, in your gladneSs re-
ioice,
And as children, remember the lost mothers
voice;
The cradle-songs taught US in years that are
flown.
Your Shakespeare and Milton we love as our
own.
Charles J. Duncan, in Household Monthly
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