Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-07-27
THE NATIONAL FLOWER. OR PAL
LEY FORGE ARB UTUS.
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Author OF 1.-The National Flower, or Valley
Forge Arbutus." December, 1850

Wltn western martyrs piooul
my log-nuts' crosses triumph gained
AS sure as hoy hoOul
AS MS uphoids mo Chnrcn OF Soo'
90 NOSE our heuon NE;
And Danish warriors knife
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one klng-inillennial kingdoms TWO;
vi nrst, the legenos say
lts rise was marked py portonss new
On crucihxion day;
At early light next morn, the Tree
sore leaves u i,i l before,
All specked with crimson gore.
true. later tale from western Dali
HATH borrowed passion-nower
WIN crown and nails aud column tall,
AN, And hues IKE royal DOVER
What matter? early bloom must mean
A soitening martyr-pain,
A hope Of biood-bought gainl
Inc second theocra.c state,
Our nation, long-ioretold3
What bloom IS hers. Are We too late
70 broider banner-fold?
Hath no one searched her CalFary's slope,
Or where her crosses rose?
10 daunt her church's foes?
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she hath our counry's passlon-nOwer
Bears viewpoint stars In blooms;
sweet prophets, Following darkest hour
Oh grandsires' winter-glooml
q NO need 70 oroider banner-fold--
Arbutus-stars are ours,
To blow in spaneie-fowerst
To me, an humble hacdmaid came
Gods voice, and bade me search
our fallen forts Tor plants whose lame
Might mean our natton-church:
found an earth sm bankment wreathed
With Eptgaa's bays,
A glorious nations laws.
$50 forth and In the maTket-place
= It'll words convincing tell
How starry bloom the slopes doth grace
Where blood Of fathers fell:
Those wooded slopes whose affairs rise
Above the blus-yeiled gorge;
10 Look on Valley Forge - 80
heard the voice divine, went out
And stood, essayed to coy;
Apatrlot-few gtve hBod-the rout,
IL seemed, passed Idly by;
And yet they heard-my Nations Flower
Was thrown Ike common ball
No mater where lis faill
What next? The prophets usual fate
Derided, robbed and stoned,
Obedlent still stand and wait
For Justice YET unthroned;
Ny oountrymen, aad women, too,
Still seek to strip me bare;
Thav ery' SYou al ali moi welrI
"Yorr star-llke nowers-too small by half
Our land loves vulgar ahowl
Our god to-day's the Golden Calf
Hail Golden Rods bright glowl
With gold Wen ape the British lord
Be choked plebsian gorge
or dares saw. ;yai1ey roresiS
sour land Is waxing fat-we1l take
From ancient cruel race
The Corn, our men AS swine to Make
Their home, feeding-place.
Insult our famished fathers ghostsl
Un-knight our lands 81. George
We'll none Of Valley Fosge p -O''N
Americans who guarded shrines
And those who shrines revere,
Coeyal fossils are-the lines
Have passed To aliens nerel
With Pansy-faee wen patch the nag,
To foreigners disgorge,
10 nine out Valley ForaeS
"Woll vote for what wa llke--that's all.
We like IL, that's enough.
Some pretty plant that's not too small,
Too large, too soft, too fought
Worl pay our pennies, then we,ll stand
TIN ballot box disgorge;
We KNOW not VaIIeS Eoras sp ~
awe like the rlay of Hamlet well.
With Hamlet's self left out:
The cross doth not OF Calvary tell
IT'S but q charm, no donbti
A Ratchet and a cherry tree,
Thats all we know Of george;
Our mower pretty hover must be-,