The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1893-01-12
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EAST TENNESSEE.
By JOHN A. JOYCE.
Dedicated to the memory of VIM. G. BrownIow,
Parson, Patriot. Editor, Governor and Senator.l
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like giant
That fingered too long
in repose,
And marched out for::battle defiant,
TO fight:and to conquersts foes.
And that shot upon Sumter rebounded
On the Tyrant. Tory and Knave;
Around the world 1t echoed and sounded
The freedom and force of the slave.
There was none of the Nation moro loyal,
Or suffered so much for the free,
From the mountains of East Tennessee.
And they leaped from the hills and the valley
Their Union to cherish and save;
Like the Swiss, with Winkleried rally
For freedom sink TO the grave.
And their leader in thought Parson,
Who defied every traitor and knave;
They who murdered and committed arson
Found a foe in great Browulow the brave.
The conscript tortured and lone refugee
Were hunted by Indians and dogs.
Through briars and laurel of East Tennessee.
And left to the vultures and hogs.
soaffold and prison they nobly defied,
The Union was all to these men;
For country and home they suffered and died,
And would gladly do again.
Airs of their mountains. so bracing and free,
Could not hold.a serf a slave;
Created by nature ever to be
The home of the daring and brave.
No Highland chieftains ever proved more true
Than those of Tennessee, who stood
Like Wallace, or the far-famed Rhoderck Dhu,
To guard the pass, the ford and wood.
The loyal North will never really know
How much the Border States endured
For freedom and for the Union long ago,
Their blood cemented and secured
The wife and orphan tortured, scourged and
dashed
By robber raiders night and day.
Maintained their kindred secrets to the last,
Defed the power of Rebel Gray.
Their names are written on each cot and crag
Above the hate Of cruel men;
They gladly battled for their country's flag
Through every gorge and tangled glen.
Davis and Benjamin could. not compel
These loyal hearts to fight for wrong
Though life was made very burning hell
BY minions of the fierce and strong.
The mountain toiler of the Cumberland
Beat back the echoes of the strife,
And thunde, cd In a voice so loud and grand,
I'VE fight for home and child and wife,
Their hills and wales filed with noble men,
Who died for Union and the flag;
They often slept within mountain den,
Or watched for freedom from a crag.
His native hills were ali the world to him,
The prowling bear and deer his pray;
The eagle sweeping DER the mountain rim
Had taught him freedom on her way.
The sons and daughters of these noble sires
Shall emulate their glorious fame,
And on the altar of their country's fires
Pour perfumed incense to their name.
Secession, with its fiery, horrid head,
Arose to terrify the land.
And relegate fair freedom to the dead,
That slavery might rule and stand.
The traitor host that struggled with Calhoun
Forgot that Jackson's spirit reigned
TO crush the fury of their wild,smoon
And save the Union he sustained.
Let Andrew Johnson have his need of praise,
And honest Maynard, brave and true;
They stood like lions in those fearful days
Against the traitor and his cruel crew.
And o. P. Temple, with his steadfast mind,
Could hold the scales of right and wrong.
While Parson Brownlow knew and well
OWNED
The purpose of the rebel throng.
Tennessee may boast from each mansion and |
OF one son so faithful and true
The pride of the Navy her own Farragut,
Who ruled o er the ocean so blue.
But war is over with its fearful stride.
No more the trembling heart recoils or pam
ders;
Yet memory dear shall turn TO Burnside
And gorify the death of General Sanders.
The traitors who led now sleep with the dead,
The slaves are forevermore free;
Peace reigns without blight, by day and by
night,
Der the Nation and East Tennessee.
The Blue and the Gray may mingle to-day,
And boast DER the deeds of the past,
With only one flag DER valley and crag,
And Union forever to last.
The springs and the rills flow down from the
hills,
And meanGer away to the sea;
The stars of the night are sparkling and bright.
Ger the free land of East Tennessee.
And Tennessee shall yet erect on high
monument to loyal WORTH
Whose towering tops shall pierce the morning
sky,
Where truth and freedom had their birth.
Then shall the memory of that Spartan band
Be glorifed among the brave and free,
And all the loyal lips of every land,
Shall sound the praises OF East Tennessee.
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