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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 50 (search)
23. Ode on the Inauguration of the Albany army relief Bazaar, on the 22d February, 1864. by Miss Margaret F. Morgan, of Albany. All hail to our country, the Land of the West! The dream of the nations, the Great and the Blest; The vision that came on the spice of the breeze, And haunted the heart of the dark Genoese-- That rose like a temple of gold to his view, That hung like a star in his distance of blue. The Sun on his journey may linger to glance On the mosque and the temple, the vine and the dance, But always returns to the haunt he loves best, And leaves his last smile with the Land of the West. O Sun! in thy beauty, untiring like thee, The heart of the Westland is glowing! And over the continent, over the sea, The light of its purpose is throwing. Behold how its broad and beneficent ray Each measure and limit is scorning! Though dark clouds of error still lurk in the way, They are edged with the light of the morning. Come, Morning Light! Come, quickly come, Break through the
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 130 (search)
60. the tattered flags. February 22, 1864. Stirring music thrilled the air, Brilliant banners fluttered there, Pealed the bells and rolled the drum, And the people cried “They come!” On they came with measured tramp-- Heroes proved in field and camp. Banners waved more proudly then; Cheered the children, cheered the men; Beauty, lover of the brave, Brilghtened with the smiles she gave; While the sun, in golden jots, Flowed along the bay. nets, As upon each laurel croan Hetaven had poured a blessing down. All was stirring. grand, and gay, But the pageant parssend away When, with proudly and filling eye, I saw the tattered flags go by! Fancy then might faintly hear Hosts advancing, battle chcer, Sightless bullets whiz along-- Fit refrain for battle-song; Cannon, with their sulphurous breath, Hurling messages of death; Whirring shot and screaming shell Fluttering where ill wrath they fell, Opening graves — while purple rills Scar the fields and streak the bills. See the serried colu<