Morning journal and courier., 1894-05-17
CITIZEN AND Now..

Psem by Mrs. George F. Nevsconb
 at she Ladies, Patriotic Meeting in
 This City Yesterday.
 The poem by Mrs. George, F. Newcomb of this city, read by her at the meeting of the DauGhters' of the American Revolution in this city yesterday, is as follows: The story has been told 70 oft
 By orator and poet By ass:ass snS on s Ihssa. soft
 We surely all well know 1t. How patriots marched at dead of night,
 HOW minute men made ready, How wives and children grew alright when flaming beacons threw their light,
 10 plo brave men stand steady. The call to arms-came every man
 From home or shop or field, Grand-sires, with zeal. the youth outran To meet the foe-no other plan
 was 10 their eyes revealed. Flint locks and sabres long disused Appeared from chest and garret,
 Prized pewter plates to bullet fused.- NC 1 treasure. charm, or gift refused
 The bells peal out; each note most clear From hill and valley, far and near Comes back-as from some higher sphere he-echoing Liberty. The flies take up the fervid strain Inspiring every hamlet, The drums join in with vigorous main Adown the street, through quiet lane, By meadow, brook and streamlet On battle fields they meet tho foe. Each musket tells its story To deal to Tyranny 6 blow, That King and Parliamentary know The patriot from tory. Hunger and thirst and winters cold, Wasting and loss endured, h prison ships ensaved, controlled Days were to them as nights untold In dungeon cells immured. At Lexington and Germantown Far off Ticonderoga, Victorious over stern Burgoyne At wellfought Saratoga. l At Concord, and on Bunker Hill Groton and Valley Forge | At Stony Point--where with a will Mad Anthony" the foes dispel.- Yorktown-Cornwallis' scourged.
 All these and more we can recall On land and bay and river, | Where souls courageous risked their all Broken might be the tyrants' thran | Our country free forever. \ Not sires alone-but mothers, wives ! Their hearts best treasures proffer | By lonely hearths live out their lives ! Pray, watch and hope: for Hope survives
 Tho sobs, the prayers they onef.
 AS fin the days of long ago | When Roman mothers brave ! For country's need, their sons bestow-
 Their sons and husbands gave.
 Bore every grief with cheerful face; | Sang softly Iullabys l To sleeping babes-who grew apace | h love-locked arms, and saw no trace of direst sgonies.
 | or such foremothers loyal, leal, Daughters may proudly sing | Their rare endurance-hrm as steel | Bids us in loving reverence kneel And heartfelt praises bring.
 Dark days came CD, disaster brooded | AS clouds when thunders murmur, Some faintfng hearts by fears deluded | Fam wo old draw back, as doubts fntruded, Nor part from kia0 asundsr.
 Then famed afresh the patriots zeal, | Hope trained her lamps anew. l Grandsires and dames-their country's veal | More precious far than royal seal, Fastened to dare and do.
 | We know the end, how victory came After lcng years of strife
 l How those who strove in freedoms name | For home and couatry-not for fame
 Gained liberty and life. But fame is theirs, though all unsought,
 | In every land and cline
 | On bronze and stone-their deeds are wroue | In hearts and homes, the freedom bought So dearly, lives sublime. 3 Lives too for US; rich bequest,
 priceless legacy . Deep in our hearts, their memories rest, . Our lives by theirs forever blest
 In heaven-born Liberty.