The Republican journal., 1915-06-03

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By Abram J. Ryan (Father Ryan,
Forth from its scabbard. pure and bright,
Flashed the sword of Lee!
Far in the front of the deadly fight,
High DER the brave in the cause of right,
Its stainless sheen, like beacon bright,
Led US to Victory.
Out of its scabbard, where. full long,
1t slumbered peacefully,
Reused from its rest by the battles song,
Shielding the feeble, shifting the strong,
Guarding the right avenging the wrong,
Cleaned the sword of Lee.
Forth from its scabbard, high in air
Beneath Virginia's sky
And they who saw it cleaning there,
And knew who bore it, knelt to swear
That where that sword led they would dare
To follow-and to die.
Out of its scabbard! Never hand
Waved sword from stain as free,
Nor purer sword led Drawer band,
Nor Drawer bled for brighter land,
Nor brighter land had cause SO grand,
Nor cause a chief like Lee!
Forth from its scabbard! How we prayed
That sword might victor be;
And when our triumph was delayed,
And many heart grew sore afraid,
We still hoped on while cleaned the blade
Of noble Robert Lee.
Forth from its scabbard all in vain
Bright flashed the sword of Lee;
IT'S shrouded now in its sheath again,
1t sleeps the sleep of our noble slain,
Defeated, yet without a stain,
Proudly and peacefully.
Lees Parole.
By Marion Melville
"Well, General Grant, have you heard the
news?
How the orders are issued and ready to send
For Lee, and the men in his staff command,
To be under arrest-now the wars at an end?"
"How so? Arrested for what?" he cried.
"Oh, for trial as traitors. to be shot, or hung"
The chiefs eye flashed with sudden ire,
And his face grew crimson as up he sprung,
"Orderly, fetch me my horse" he said,
Then into the saddle and up the street,
AS if the battle were raging ahead,
Went the crash of the old war-charger's feet.
"What is this I am told about Lees arrest
"Is it true?-and the keen eyes searched his
soul.
at is true. and the order will be enforcedT'
"My word was given in their parole
At Richmond, and that parole
Has not been broken-nor has my word,
Nor will be until there is better cause
For breaking than this have lately heard"
"Do you know. sir. whom you have thus adj
dressed?
I am the War Departments head"
"And lam General Grant!
At your peril order arrests!" he said.
A friend is friend, as we reckon worth,
Who will throw the gauntlet in friendships
fight;
But a man is man in peace or war
Who will sto 10 hia oil fOr an aDemV'9 RIGHT
Twas a hard fought battle, but quickly won
AS fight must be when tits soul to soul
And twas years ago; but that honored word
Preserved the North in the South's parole.
Peace.
By Phoebe Cary.
o land, of every land the best
o land whose glory shall increase;
Now in your whitest raimept drest
For the great festival of Peace!
Take from your flag its fold of gloom,
And let it float undimmed above,
Till over all our wales shall bloom
The sacred colors that we love.
On mountain high, in valley low.
Set Freedoms living fires to burn;
Until the midnight sky shall show
A redder pathway than the morn.
Welcome, with shouts Of joy and pride.
Your veterans from the war paths track;
You gave your boys, unframed, untried;
You bring them men and heroes back.
And shed no tear, though think you must
With sorrow of the martyred band;
Not even TO. him whose hallowed dust
Has made our prairies holy land.
Though by the places where they fell.
The places that are sacred ground,
Death, like Q sulIen sentinel,
PAGES his everlasting round.
Yet when they set their country free
And gave her traitors fitting DOOM
| They left their last great enemy.
BsHled besides an empty tomb.