Year: 1864

There's sound on the wind there's thrill chilling cry
In the night is a waling that keeny hath Glove
Through my heart, like the pain of unhappy love
And the Nation in slumbers she will not resign
Is vexed and disturbed by n sound and a sign:
And sobs in her sleep. As the warnings 90 past.


There is danger-and discord-and death the blast
And whence comes the wndi and what the pain,
And wherefore this whisper from Texas to Manei
And why. in the fullness and depth of her rest,
Should the heart of Mother in dreams be DISTRESSED,
Potomac's blue waters clear the skies.
And the chiefs that sit by them valiant and
But "a low, laughing fenl to their counscs has STOLE
And darkens with tempest the calm of each soul.
poison unwonted corrodcs in their veins.
Wild frenzy is racing their hearts and their brains
And the demon still Misses in whispers of fear.
DIsrNIoS DIsuSoy - in each maddened ear;
And this is the that pain dismay
Glide like ghosts thro the night and make palld the day.
And from thence the sgh and the sounds that have made
For her children, the heart of our mother afraid
Is it SOL can it heG are they prophets who say
That night shall return the dawn of day?
Shall the dcspots whose ootings ring sharp in our cars
Exut in our downflll-reoice in tears
Was it all but dream bright vision that came
TO the camps OF our fathers, through battle and flame!
Did she whisper in vain in each she pass'd.
There's temple found here for Jehovah at last,
On this fresh land of God ye shall worship and dwell
And the sound of your joy shall he tyrannys knell.
Pass through the fre-by your trials made strong;
Leave not on your borders one footprint of wrong.
BE as one, and cling close as the drops in ;he
Strike frfi, and fear not-free home the grave :"
o, woe to the land where these words forgot
Alas for the nation where union is
Mourn, mourn. and lament for the Inflated shore,
The dust of whose martyrs Is holy more,
fc millions who toll in the South cr the North
lc with arms strong iron, and hearts Of worth
Wipe the sweat from your brows look aoft and behold
On the sleeping west wind there's banner unrolled
Not an inch of that flag but purchased by STRIFE
Not a thread in its woof but by life.
lis hopeyOu last hope while floats there shall be
A land undivided. that is free
Will you-idyr you stand idle while maimen draw near
And rend the bright banner that cost you dear?
Speak aoud-thcy shall stcn-for. oh, they know we'll
This life is your favor your anger their knell.
One shout for the UuiOnl cheer for the band
Who reared the stard flag in the night of land
And we'll see who shalt whisper dsunion or strife"
When the heart of the nation rekindles with life,
God shield thee Green Erin for manhood no
Has homestead, or harvest, or hope thy shore;
And France, like Titan awakened by pain.
Struck only blow and slumbers again.
Italia lies bleeding and Kossuih has fled.
While the band that hung round him exied or dead
Here lonely only the flag have unfurl'd.
In whose shadow the oppressed of the world
And to tho foe, who by discord war
Would quench in standard the beams of q
Though his heart be Of iron. his hand made 50 bold
As to break the strong hand that of old;
Yet heed well the scqual; our hammer of blue
Has stripes for the focman stars for the true,
And the shall not shine the that shall
Dismembcrd ID or conquered the Flag of the Free.


-Edcayd Ibllock 1858.