Year: 1861

rThe following beautiful poem, by the late Edward
Pollock, was written some years ago, in view Of dis
union threats and though not in respects all applca
BILE to the present time, it will be read with interest
There's sound on the wind there's shrill chilling


cry


Going past, en- the blast, through the comforiless


sky,


In the night is a waling that keeny hath Glove
Thro my heart, like the pain Of an unhappy love;
And the Nation in slumbers she will not resign,
Aud sObs in her sleep as the warnings go past
'sThere is danger-and discord-and death on the


blast"


And whence comes this windP and what causes the


rani


And wherefore this whisper from Texas to MaineS
And why in the fullness and depth of her rest
Should the heart of our Mother by dreams be


dstrest5


--Potomac's blue waters are clear az the skies
And the chiefs that sit by them are valiant and wise
But low laughing fiend to their cOunsels has stole,
And darkens with teinpes. the calm Of each soul
poison unwonted corTodes in their veins.
Wild frenzy Is raeking their hearts and their brains
And the demon still hisses in whisper OF fear,
HDisuniOnl Disunionl" in each madden d ear;
And this is the reason that pain and dismay
Glide like ghosts thro' the night, and make pallid


the day,


And from thence are the sounds and the sighs that


have made,


For her children, the heart Of our Mother afraid

Is Il SOP can IT be2 are they prophets who say
That night shall return on the dawn Of the day1
Shall the despots, whose hOotngs ring sharp in our


ears,


Exult in our down all-reioice in our fears2
Was 1t all but dream-the bright vision that came
To the camps Of fathers, through battle and


hame2


Did she whisper in vain, in each As she passed.
"There's a temple found here for Jehovah at lastl
On this fresh land Of God ye shall worship and dwell
And fha nf
Pass through the fre-by your trials made strong
Leave not on your borders one footprint Of wrong,
Be one, and cling close, like the drops in the


wave,


Strike firm and fear not-a free home the gravel'
o, woe to the land where these words iOrgotl
Alasl for the nation where Union is notl
Mourn mourn and lament for the i'll iated shore,
The dust of whose martyrs is holy no morei
Ye millions who toll in the South or the North,
Ye with arms strong ss iron, and hearts OF true


worth,


Wipe the sweat from your brows, look aloft and


behold,


On the sweeping west wind there's banner
Not an inch of that flag but purchased by strife
Not thread in its woof but was won by a lile
'ns your hope, your last hope While 1t floats there


shall be


land undivided race that is free.
viii you--dare you stand idle while traitors are


near,



One word from your tongues and the towards shall
pale,
And ay from your breath as the clouds from the


galei
Speak aloud--they shall listen-for, oh, they know


we'll
Their life is your favor, your anger their knell
One shout for the Unionl one cheer for the band
Who rear'd the starr'd flag in the night of our
land,
And wen see who shall whisper "dsunion" or
'."' ''striie."
When the heart Of the Nation rekindes with liiel
God shield thee Green Erinl for manhood no more
Has homestead or harvest or hope on thy shore;
And France like a Titan awaken'd by pain,
Struck only one blow, and now slumbers again
Italia lies bleeding and kossuth has fled,
While the band that clung round him are exed or


dead.
Here lonely we only the flag have unfurled,
In whose shadow may rest the oppress of the world
And woe to the foe, who by dscord or war,
Would quench on standard the beams Of star |
Though his heart be iron, his hand make SO bold
AS to break the strong band that was woven Of old
Let him heed well the sequel our banner Of blue
Has stripes for the traitors stars for the true.
and the sun shall not shine ON the men that shall


see
Dismember'd or conquered the Flag of the Freel