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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 319 (search)
Before that Southern wall of dead, What horror round their path was spread! E'en Bunker Hill's dark annals bled, To be in fame outdone. Back from the army of the slain, From old Virginia's stern campaign, The wreck from forth that iron rain A mournful honor won. Wake, glorious Union--save thy realm! Upon the quicksands strikes thy helm! Thy “morning-star” the storms o'erwhelm-- Thy “talent” buried lies. Wake! by the sullen cannon's roar That tumult bears from shore to shore,-- By HIM Washington. who cannot watch thee more, Save downward from the skies. Antaeus-like, thy sons rebound, Uprising from the ensanguined ground, Unflinching heart and hand — around Shall peal the battle strain; Till Freedom's arm upholds the right, And, Earth renerving for the fight, Thy stars, a meteor through the night, In triumph blaze again. Rise, like the Phoenix from its pyre! Let incense from the urn and lyre, From living bard, from deathless sire, Embalm the banner's fold; Till hushed sha
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 322 (search)
114. Fremont's battle-hymn. by James G. Clark. Oh, spirits of Washington, Warren, and Wayne! Oh, shades of the heroes and patriots slain! Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold, And smile on the banner ye cherished of old; Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife, Like legions sent forth from the armies of life; Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the breeze, When the white fleets, like snowflakes, are drank by the seas. As the red lightning run on the black jagged cloud, Ere the thunder-king speaks from his wind-woven shroud, So gleams the bright steel along valley and shore, Ere the combat shall startle the land with its roar. As the veil which conceals the clear starlight is riven, When clouds strike together, by warring winds driven, So the blood of the race must be offered like rain, Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again. Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows, Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and foes, Ye have turned
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 323 (search)
e the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, When vandal mobs thy banners tore, Maryland, my Maryland! Hark to the nation's loud appeal, Maryland, my Maryland! Before no perjured traitors kneel, Maryland, my Maryland! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy patriotic strength reveal, And gird thy Union host in steel, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou shouldst not cower in the dust, Maryland, my Maryland! Shake off thy sloth, wipe off thy rust, Maryland, my Maryland! Remember Washington's great trust, Preserve it from the foeman's thrust, And hope in God-thy cause is just! Maryland, my Maryland! Hark, how the bells of Freedom toll, Maryland, my Maryland! And tyrants mock from pole to pole, Maryland, my Maryland! Better the ocean over thee roll, Than sever the Union's kind control, And slave thy children, body and soul, Maryland, my Maryland! I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland, my Maryland! The rebel foes of Freedom come, Maryland, my Maryland! They menace thee w
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 330 (search)
ce won, That such unprofitable, deep disgrace Thus brands the country of a Washington, And makes each patriot through the world lament, Lest man's incapable of self-government? In Freedom's name, behold Americans In hostile ranks glare one upon the other, And, urged by madness, meditate their plans, Each to pour out the life-blood of his brother; And all to wreck the only earthly prize Beyond all measure in the patriot's eyes! And must it be, that man should strive to mar, With crime and passion, God's supreme decrees, And, with the hot and blasting breath of war, Deface the beauty of such scenes as these, For the mere gratification of a whim, Which barters peace for devastation grim? Can nothing check this fratricidal strife,-- And must the Ship of State in storms go down? Must brothers madly seek coach other's life?-- Ruin and murder wither with their frown? O God of mercy, spare thy people! spare, And keep us freemen, as our fathers were! Gisboroa, opposite Washington.
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