Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1916-07-20

While in thee burns the soul Of Nathan
Hale.
| o deathless martyrs. not too proud to die
| II. dying thus. their country they might
save;
Their lives they held not dear to liberty.
Nor, giving all, regarded that they
gave.
o spirit Of our martyrs, rise. reclaim!
And save us from the depths Of coward
shame.
Are we n land too proud to draw the
sword
| When honor's robe Is stained, or when
dead
Lie strewn to every wind when crime alb
Dares lift within our midst the serpent
head?
once honored nation. now a prey to
scorn,
Cry. "Ichabodi My glory has been shorn.'
| Awake freedom, wake, heroic dead!
Summon thy legions from the deathless
past!
They come! Earth rings beneath their
martial tread,
Against the foe their mighty host Is
| massed.
Behold what shining figure leads them
Freedoms uncrowned monarch. Wash
ington,
The very air is peopled by the brave,
The hill at Gettysburg lie vibrant yet
with the wild triumph shout that Armi-
stead gave
When on the wall Of the stars ana bars
he set:
Bold Cowan's guns still speak to hearts
that hear
And echoes ring with Cushing's dying
cheer
Green slopes Of Gettysburg. amid the
| No longer lood-stained-gallant figures
glide;
Resistless as the wind behold them pass,
And hurl themselves on Ptckett's rush
ing tide.
All. see, the lion form OF Stannard leads
Write this. Vermont. among thy heroes
| deeds!
second Balacava-though unsung
BY such as Tennyson--a daring band,
In numbers small, but each with soul I'M
wrung,
To face a certain doom for motherland;
Wild beat of hoofs, bright clash OF bran
| dished blades,
rocky glades.
And still within the Angle. watching,
| waits
The valiant Webb, his stern unflinchins
| gaze
Turned ever forward, challenging those
| fates
That hide within the battles shifting
| haze.
And floats the star-rag. stainless and
sublime.
On that hgh-water mark of place and
time.
After flood-tide comes ebb the leaping
fire
| Falls into smoulderins ashes, dull and
gray.
| o mighty tide, return. and. mounting
higher,
Sweep all the fotsam Of our souls away.
Resenerating fire, burn once more,
And purify our land from shore to shore!
May we put spirit foremost; prize the gold
| Less than the face of freedom that It
bears:
Place honor above coin. and strive 70 hold
! The wheat as precious, and rejec: the
tares
Lest that we learn, to our eternal cost.
The world is worthless when the soul is
lost.
And Cowans shotted guns shall speak
again
AS spoke they upon Gettysburgs red
slope.
In mighty thunder 10 the souls Of men
A voice of warning and a voice of hope.
O spirit OF our heroes. rise and save
Our land from fate more bitter than the
grave.
Lift Appomattox. curtain and behold
| A new dawn rising on a land reborn,
Calm Lee and generous Grant, whose
| hearts of gold
Are welded In one purpose newly sworn.
Descend o peace. upon a waiting world
For. North and South, the batt'e-flass are
furled
These by thy jewels-great republic
| these,
The life-blood that thine own sons
veins have shed
Hallowed for aye thy mountains and thv
seas.
And the great host that watches over
| head.
AND God shall find within our country still
The soul OF Gettysburg and Bunker HIN
! Votes Of thanks were given Prcsi-
oent Benton and Miss Peck.
OTHER SPEAKERS
Col. James NJ. Schoonmaker. retiring
president of the Military Order OF the
Medal OF Honor. was called upon and
responded with a heart to- heart talk
to the boys" General Schoonmaker
was the youngest colonel of the cav
airy in the war He said that the
| bond Of friendship knit about those
who had Jared together on the battle
field in the dangers Of combat grows
stronger as the survivors grow older.
| These men do not now dwell on the
! issues which arose to cause the war,
nut arc full Of thankfulness that they
We're spared through those battles and
for the many blessings they have re-
ceived in the so years which have
followed They are also most thank
fui to know that they have lived