Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1896-07-01

the nag whose stars with glory shine.
Add saw the sunlight kiss II on the plains
Of Brandywinc.
Nethinks adown the aisles of time the
drums are echoing still
That beat the long roll. sharp and clear.
that day at Bunker Hin:
seem to hear the bugle notes that sounded
In the glen
When. swooping down upon the foe. came
Marion and his men.
It stirs my blood as / recall tho yeomen OF
<---<he farms
-ed their horses from the fields when
freedom called to arms:
ID found them ready for the fray, ali you
remember how
The news that spread from Lexington
found Putnam at tho pillow.
The farmers OF New England gathered
fast from near and far
When Stark marched up to Bennington to
dim invasion.s star;
They formed Spartan phaianx which no
British steel could break.
And play'd the deadly game of war with
Liberty the stake.
With hearty zeal their foes to meet they
focked with might and main.
From east and west. from north and south
TO Saratoga's plain:
They followed Arnold In tho charge which
won that field OF fame
And crimsoned with their own life blood
the flag we love to name.
They beat their plowshares into swords.
their pillow steeds they bestrode.
Behind the plume of Harry Lee right gal
lantly they rode:
One night across the Delaware amid the
sleet and snow
Those farmers followed Washington and
smote the Hessian foe
They faltered not in battle; upon York
towns glorious field
They saw the red coats ground their arms
and grim oppression yield:
And in the sun that autumn day the fear .
less little band
Saw Washington with yict'ry crowned-the
savior of the land.
Upon that document whose fame we oele-
brate to-day
The farmer hero wrote his name. IL stand
eth there for aye.
He left the harvest and the plow. against
oppression he.
To say to George In thunder tones: This
country shall be freel''
Aye, In that fight for freedom. like q wall
those farmers stood
From Lexington's immortal plain to Prince
toms snowy wood;
They fought for right on hill and plain
deep in the break and gorge.
They bore without a murmur all the woes
OF Valley Forge.
The legacy they left to U.S. their sons. is
vast and free
The land which lies in ma jesty from sound
ing to sea,
A flag whose beauty wins the world upon
the land and foam,
Beneath whose stars the poor Oppressed
VIII ever find home.
All hail the mem'ry of the men who gath
cred long ago
At Freedoms clarion call to arms to smite
the foreign foei
Their sons. like them, have left the plow
their freedom to maintain.
They nobly fought at New Orleans they
died at Lundy's Lane
To-day 1 fling Old Glory proudly to the
summer breeze,
1 know 1t thrills million hearts beyond
the stormy seas:
1t waves above the howell poor and o. ar the
mansion, too,
With blazoned stripes of white and red and
stars in field OF blue.
Long may it float above the land which
calls that flag it's own,
Around IL chosen heroes stand beneath IL
Is no throne;
Our farmer sires who saw II wave In war
have passed away
But we recall their deeds OF worth with
pride this natal day.
The children over in the grove with mimic
sword and gun
Are playing war beneath the trees-Rur-
goyne and Washington
i cross the fields to watch them while
heroic memrie swarm,
And thus pass another dear old Fourth
upon the farm.
.--T. c. HArbaugh. I'm Ohio Farmer