The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1896-07-03

*, a fought beneath
the flag whose stars with glory shine,
of S'cgaEeiywine
Methipks adSwn the aisles eos time the
4rums are ecboine still
9hat beat the Gong roll, SHARP and clear,
that dayot Bunker Him.
seem to hear the bugle'notes that sounded
in the glen
When, swoopin. doy<zl upon the foe. came
Marion and hisJnen.
. It stirs my blood as recall the yeonnen OF
the farms
Who led their horses from the fields when
Freedom called to arms; 90
She found Shem ready for the fray. ah!you
g remember hove
rhe news that spread from Lexington
found Putman at the plow
The farmers of Neou. England gathered
fast froth near aond far
When Stark m0rcAed up to Bennington to
O dim invason's stSrS
They formed Spartan phalanx which no
British steel couldebreak,
And play'd the deadly game Of war with
90 Liberty the Stake
WRR 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 de}lowed Ar9old in the charge which
won that 6cld of fame
AAd crimsoned with their own life blood
the flag We love to name.
They beat their plowshares into swords,
their ploW steeds they bestrode,
Behbd the plume Of Harry Lee right gal
lantly they rode;
One night access the Delaware amid the
sleet andosnoS
Those 8lrners followed Washington and
% smote the Eessian foe.
They fatered not in battle: upon York
towns glorious field
They olpe SeG coats ground their arms
@ and grim oppression yield;
And ia 'the sun IhaSau.umn day the fear
o less little band'
sew Washington with victry crowned-the
savior .! the land
Spon that document whose fame we cele-
brate to-day
The farmer hero wrote his name, il stand
o eth these for aye.
He left the harvest and the pillow, against
eppsession hs,
To say to~Ceorge in thunder tones: ''This
country shall be free!'
Aye, in that fight for freedom, like wall
those farmers stood,
From LeXington's immortal plain to Prince
tons Sc snowy wood;
They fought 6og right on hill and plain.
deeI6 in the break and gorge,
They bore without murmur all the woes
Of Valley Forge.
Thee legacy they left to us. their sons. is
vast an9 free
The land which lies in ma jesty from sound
ing seq to0sea,
A flag whose beauty wins the world upon
the lasd and foam,
beneath whose stars the poor oppress'd
viii ever find home.
All hail tbs mem'ry of the men who gath.
cred long ago
AT Freedoms clarion call TO arms to snlitc
theo6oreiEn foe!
Their sons, like them, have left the plow
their freedom 20 maintain,
8 o They nobly fought at New Orleans. they
@ died II Lundy's Lane.
To-day 1 fling Old Glory proudly to the
summeS breeze.
kAoo it thrills million hearts beyond
the stormy seas;
t waves above the bowel poor ando'er the
mansion, too,
With 0blazoned stripes of white and red and
stars in fieldsof blue.
Long may it float above the land which
calls THAT flag its own,
o Around it chosen heroes stand, beneath il
is no throne;
Dur farmer sireS who. saw it wave in war
have passed away,
But eve recall their deeds OF worth with
pride this natal day.
The children over in the grove with mimic
sword and gun
0 Are playing war beneath the trees--Bur-
goyne and Washington!
cross Othe fields to watch them, while
heroic mem ries swarm,
And thus 1 pass another dear old Fourth
upon the farm.
ct. G. Harbaugh. in Ohio Farmer.