The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1892-02-22

,i,k5p <>zzsz the mould;
Nt>z We remember the
spirit uudaunted and proud
That washington carried through sunshine and
The years pass away like the leaves on the
trees,
But the fag he uplifted still floats in the breeze.
Weird Time he reyerses his mystical glass;
And the phantoms of fancy they dreamily pass.
The Green Dragon tavern we cannot forget
Whore the rebels of Boston for liberty met.
The midnight awalens to hoof beat that rings
message Of freedom-defiance to kingsl
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 to 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 ButriclS 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 ii still
There Prescott and Putnam contended with fate,
There Stark led to battle the old Granite state,
There freedom, not glory, the patriots sought
Immortal in story the hill where they fought
There Knowlton, enshrouded in thunder and
flame,
Upheld like a hero Connectcut's fame.
AS long as Connecticut honors her sons,
Her Knowlton and Hale shall be glorihed ones
Pitcairn, in your valor old England takes pride,
Brave fOoman undaunted, like soldier you died,
Thrice leading your veterans up the grim crest;
IN Westminster Abbey profound be your rest.
From Virginia comes to the state by the bay
The trappers of Morgan in hunters array;
From the banks Of Potomac, from Shenandoahs
vale,
The heroes Of Lexington bid you "All hall"
Here the Head of tile Army meets Liberty's
sons,
His 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-each
name
Is written in blood upon tablets of fame
Fort SulliYan's flag the white crescent on blue,
Over Jasper the fearless how proudly it fewl
How Charleston rejoiced when the blue banner
rose,
Waving courage TO friends and defiance 10 foes
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
On the heights of the Mystic that day was un-
done
What stories, Champlain, as you lie at the feet
/ OF Grown Point and cold Ty" your blue
waves could repeat;
Those fortresses frowning, they echo the story
OF old Ethan 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,
lgTVt
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 summit of fame,
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, Stinwater-they each have their
story,
While Monmouth, Fort Mercer, are written in
| glory.
Brave General Wayne, who, the old annals tell,
| Said II 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.
spirit so noble, his fate we bewail
| While pity is silent, remembering Hale,
Bold Benedict Arnold, how bravely he Fought
| Can he be the traitor whose honor was bought
His country's betrayer, general brave,
| He bartered his glory for renegade's grave
| Saratoga II gives him with heroes q place;
| West Point has enshrouded his name in dis
| grace.
| For Andre, Fort Griswold, he cannot atone,
| This traitor who perished in exile alone.
| Kings mountain and Cowpers hot lighting
| 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.
| Oh, blacksmith immortal! resounding your
| blows,
That arm when uplfted struck terror TO foes.
| On the crest of the tempest a rainbow appears,
! And yorktown nlumines the darkness Of years
! The star-spangled banner. the lilies OF France,
/ Triumphant inVctory, glorious dance.
| Though lives of the bravest, and millions It cost,
| King George has been yanquished-an empire
| is lost
CORVALLIS is taken-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 oradle-songs taught us in years that are
| nown,
Your Shakespeare and Milton we love as our
own
| -Cba,les I Dupcan ia Uousehold Nonthlv