Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1898-09-28

And all the woodlands thrill with golden tunes
Land where the morn with ncctar'd kisses
| wooes,
And where the soft night wceps ambrosial
| dews
o, queenly South landl crowned and zoned
with flowers.
Thy silken dial that mark the years. sweet
| hours;
| Lilies whose silvery moons no tempest mars,
| Roses like suns and violets like the stars
| Thy throne the summer and thy realm the soul,
Whose charmed senses own thy soft control
| All beauteous South thy heart must share and
| claim
Our fathers kindred and our hero's famei
Thy myrtle blooms his radiant brow to Irvine
His name. his heritage, his birthplace thine!
| We Yield thee this, bright mistress of the sun |;
| Thy blossoming flowers first Graded Washing
| virginia, from whose breast the milk outran
| That nursed with God like strength the immor-
tai man;
Whose sacred graves enshrne the hero's clay,
Where wandering pilgrims pause, and patriots
pray;
| virginia! underneath whose trampling heel
| Sceptres lie crushed, and crownless tyrants
kneel-
| From thee, from thine he drank his impulse
brave;
For thee, for thine. this broad free land he gave
From thy blue hills his soaring sense he caught,
They share his fame. but all the world his
thought
Thy gates the portals wi nee his soul out
speeds
But all the world a temple for his deeds!
Thy hero, chiefs the priesthood of his shrine,
That all mankind might learn his faith divine;
The faith that skaters thrones and sunders
chains,
And floods with freedoms tides the bondsmans
viens,
And shapes from freemen souls the Almighty's
fanesl
o. proud Virginia Hottest was thy trust
His grand example, and his peaceful dust!
Thou vert our Meeea-thou cur Dephic ground
Where kneeling awed with voice
profound,
Thee clustering round, Empowered thy shielding
states,
And young republics kept thy sunset gates.
From northern mountains and from southern
leas,
From orient headlands and from westering
Each gladstone breeze new freights of blessings
For Old yirginia-nur-e of Washington!
And DER thy hills it broods, that form of light,
Parting the storm and towering through the
night
That awful presence moving from above,
Grief on its brow, but in its giances-love
From heaven IL comes, DER Nernon's gloom de
seconds,
And where my mournful country kneels, 1t
And softly murmurs, sheltering her head
What ails thee, mother? Are thy children dead2
She hears his voice and wakes from sleeping
trance,
Her ebbing life-tides swayed beneath his
glance.
That mailed breast, that soaring helm she sees,
And the strong hand that lifts her from her
And now she speaks, whilst all my fiuttering
Waits for her voice, but hears no word she
For muttering winds upswell and thunders
roll,
And the wild tempest rights my listening SOUL
only hear, around Mount vernons tomb,
The roar of cannon and the crash Of bomb.
l only hear. upon Virgtnia's air,
The drums wild rafting and the trumpet's
blare,
While charging armies shake the shuddering
meads
md the hills reel with mingling men and steeds,
And the wild land with mortal wound out
bleeds!
only hear the shout, the curse, the groan;
! only hear low. heart-broken moan,
Where sinks my country's heart, where droops
her head,
And the great voice demands, In whisper dread,
What ais thee, mother? Are thy children dead?
Dead dead the child Is worse than dead
Who scorns her breast where first his fondness
fed;
Dead worse than dead! whose heart untouched
with ruth
That mother hates who watched his tenderest
youth,
And spurns the matron crown that mother wore,
And leaves her Borrowing for the sons she bore.
And whence the gain? what heritage survives
O'er wasted treasures, and Ger squandered
lives?
Are hatred's heirlooms, hurled from son to son,
More dear than loves that linked all hearts as
Can sundered hearth stones CLEAN with ruddier
blaze
Than the old fireside of our fathers days?
Can alien halls the old, old home replace,
Or alien births our fathers graves efface?
But vain the unequal strife would Baalam curse!
His trembling lips Gods blessings still rehearse.
Would Korah rule? The earth drinks Korah's
cries,
And plaques descend where Israers rebels rise
For ceaseless still DER traitors quick or dead
nations feet their destined course must tread