The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1895-10-31

Above escarpment, ridge and wall
They bore our emblem bright,
And dipped in blood was Briton's flag
| And swept away from sight.
Q, heroes from our infant land
OF stately palm and pine,
| You stood, a firm phalanstery
| With courage all divine.
| With fearless hearts and purpose just,
| You scaled Virginias slopes,
And in triumphant glory rose
The day star of your hopes.
Along each reddening autumn plain,
You flung our banner out
And echoing back from wind swept hill
Loud rang the rallying shout.
Who We're the fearless men and bold
The infant nations boast,
Who kept the starry flag unfurled
Against the British host?
From every hillside home they came,
Brave lads of resolute will.
And like the ancient Umbrian bands
They swept each plain and hill.
No stories had they ever heard
Vi Punic wars and fame
And Carthage and her warriors bold
Was but an idle name
10 stars Of glory dazzled Them
No tale d ancient lore,
But Dutys finger beekoned on,
Her hand the pennon bore.
But did they not in laying down
Their lives mid blood and strife,
SeeMith clear prophetic gaze
Our Nations broader life?
All, who shall say they did not hear
Above the deadly roar
The voice OF God rroclaining peace
And Freedom evermore.
Did they not see through all the tears
OF broken, sundered lives,
The day when from each limb should fall
The manacles and gives?
When that old bell should grandly ring
Above dead slavery's grave,
And unborn millions live to know
We owned no serf or slave.
That royal autumn afternoon
Was bright with pomp and glare,
For mounted on his milk-white steed
Brave Washington was there.
And Count Rochambeau's eagle eye
Swept with piercing glance
Down serried column, line on line.
The kingly troops of France.
What honest pride filed every heart,
From man to tiny child.
As through the allied columns brave
The conquered army filed.
From out intrenchments dark and grim,
By stern O'Hara led,
With downcast gaze and colors cased,
They marched with laggard tread.
A deathless silence filed the air,
And British eyes were lowered.
AS down the line brave Lincoln rode
To take the proffered sword
And when the setting autumn sun
Bathed hills and untitled farms,
He proudly led them to the field
And stacked their conquered arms.
That gladstone song of victory
Went thrilling through the land,
As DER the upland slopes there rode
Brave Tighlman and his band.
And through the fertile field of Penn
Loud rang the joyful boast,
1t echoed DER the 81 mbering hills
And woke the patriot host.
Through Philadelphia's silent streets
Their wearied steeds advance,
And all the people walked to shout
For Washington and France.
The early flush of mornings beam,
Was greeted with delight,
And once again the old bell rang
For liberty and right.
And in this stately Congress hall
The Senate, stern and grave,
Gave thanks to God for victory gained
Through loyal men and brave.
From every pulpit in the land
Thanksgiving prayers were said,
And loyal men and women then
In silence bowed each head.
The bell that woke the frosty air
That crisp October morn
Has loud proclaimed through passing years
The victories there born;
Through dissonance of wrong,
And fratricidal war, has sung
Its thrilling tide OF song.
1t echoes yet, from southern slope
And fertile western plain
From CALIFORNIA; golden gate
To pine-crowned hills of Maine.
Across the old worlds worn out shores
And answering unto sea,
Its pulsing chimes ring evermore
The song of Liberty.
HELEN N. PACKARD.
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