[written for the Richmond Dispatch]
liberty.
by N. Lansiang Borrows.
‘ Opre an angel strayed from Heaven To the earthy sphere below,
Where the orange flower blossom
And the silvery streamlets flow;
And the fragrance of the flow rets,
Kisteg up through H aven's home,
Pleased the lovely angel, and the
Neatled in her Southern home.
There the blossoms of contentment,
Peace and happiness are spread;
And, dismayed, discordent demons
From those happy hearth stones field;
While the mortals fret her presence
In the air, around, above,
And in grail are they learned the
Angel in Pretty to love!
Once across the briny water
Came amonarth rich and great,
To enslave that mighty people
Whom he learned to scorn and hate;
But the angel, rising grandly,
Led that people to the field,
And they fought, and fought right nobly,
Till they made the monarch yield.
Then again the holy angel
strewed the land with finite and flowers,
And the sisters, Peace and Plenty.
Balit a new their fragrant bowers;
And he stream els laughed their meals
To fee bosing of the frest,
And the mortals felt the angel
Rising them in every breeze
But there come a rough invader
From the cold and cruel North,
And the angel, blanched with terror,
called her bold defenders forth;
And they come with a word and helmet,
And their armaments all bright,
What the angel still beside them,
Norved them for the bloody fight,
Once they met the foe in battle.
And the angel bright was there,
And they slaughtered him at the Sothel,
Where Jehovah answered prayer;
Where the holy angel flitted,
There the soldier stood content,
And in death he was too happy
That for her his life was spent.
Southron! up and fight for freedom,
For the auger liberty!
See! she lives in every blessing
And in every memory!
House yourselves and lift her banner
Higher in the flaunting breeze,
Raise it high on every hill-top
Till the victory
’
