The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1898-11-24

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Baptized in blood at Lexington, the nation
calls 1t blest,
1t droops not to a foreign foe, 1t owns no
kings behest:
It's stars reflect new glory underneath the
autumn sky
Its welded stripes of white and red wide
to the breezes fly;
No more the crimson river rolls between
the Blue and Gray.
And all the people celebrate the land
Thanksgiving day.
The harvest song still fingers where the
golden waters run
Through far Dakota's acres to the seas Of
endless sun,
The cities TEEN with labor for the work.
mans eager hand.
Our granaries groan with richest store, no
hunger In the land;
The cotter's little family on the rugged
mountain side
Takes up the song OF plenty till It echoes
far and wide,
And we send across the pillows as they
ceaseless rise and fall
This message to the nations: I'VE have
food enough for ALL"
God smiles upon the nation that has set a
people free,
We worship but at Freedoms shrine from
surging sea to sea,
The boy who drives the cattle home across
the mesa bare
Looks up with pride nor feels ashamed be-
side the rich mans heir;
Our navies ride the oceans with our starry
flag unfurl'd
Our traders bear their cargoes to the har-
bors Of the world
Aye. back to us from lands as fair and dis
liant as Cathay
Come argosies that help to crown this glad
Thanksgiving day.
Old Glory proudly waves to-day Ger battle
fields afar,
The foreign foe hath humbled been beneath
the clouds of war;
Aye. every star that dots our flag upon the
land and main
Recounts the story of the men who crushed
the might of Spain;
No longer ride her boasted fleets, M longer
flash their guns,
The seal OF silence hath been placed on
them by Freedoms sons;
With victory on our banners fair we CRATE
full kneel and pray
And thank the watchftll Father for thi9
proud Thanksgiving day.
There's plenty in the southland where in
white the cotton blows,
There's plenty in the northland meath
Katahdin's crest of SHOWS,
The east has heard the reaper's song DER
countless fields of grain,
The golden corn has gathered been on
many a western plain;
THE winter has no terrors for the land we
dearly love,
The Slipe that Drofoiea bnpnv tip,oa ra
blue and bright above;
four nation In its splendor can take up the
glad refrain:
SO Father, Thou hast blessed us. Let
,, Thanksgiving come again!"
We've seen the years fall from His hand
+ like leaflets In the void,
, The crown He's set upon our land Is har-
vests crown of gold;
THE anthems Of Thanksgiving, rising high
'twixt sea and sea,
Stir every heart that beats beneath the
D banner of the free:
5 In the turmoil of the battle we were born
to bless the world
] Our fathers on historic fields our match
less flag unfurl'd
: With five and forty stars to light to greater
/ deeds the way,
: We as nation celebrate this glad Thanks
] giving day.
% bells that tell the story OF our country's
q rise to fame,
Ring out the paeans OF glory meath the
flag we love to name
y With plenty all around we can lift the 10y
: full strain,
o And the harvest song is echoed In the ma
tons heart again.
s Let the benediction sweeping DER the land
!, from shore TO shore
Shake the mountains with the chorus:
e Praise the Lord forevermore!
,. Praise our Father for His goodness, reach
e ing far from sea to sea,
: He has blessed us as nation; He has made
and kept us free!"
= T. c, HARBAUGH