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Missouri (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
marts, the echoes leaped along The Mississippi Valley, whose vast floods Throb like the pulses of the Nation's heart, And pale Virginia, all besprinkled now With War's red baptism, to Kentucky spoke, Kentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echoes, like the low sepulchral moan Of subterranean fires, distuMissouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echoes, like the low sepulchral moan Of subterranean fires, disturbed the Gulf-- The bleeding Gulf betrayed and overawed-- Then swelling loud as an Archangel's trump, Or shrill winds piping o'er the stormy flood, It thundered back from far Pacific's coast. Come to the tombs by mourning millions thronged Beneath the oak of weeping. Glorious dead Fame's cemetery holds no hero dust More dearly honored in sublime repose. Pale ashes, with a nation's tears bedewed, And fanned by sighs as numerous as the winds, The laurels that you nurture shall be green And bloom
Kentucky (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
ry Along the coasts, the Middle States replied From thronging marts, the echoes leaped along The Mississippi Valley, whose vast floods Throb like the pulses of the Nation's heart, And pale Virginia, all besprinkled now With War's red baptism, to Kentucky spoke, Kentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echKentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echoes, like the low sepulchral moan Of subterranean fires, disturbed the Gulf-- The bleeding Gulf betrayed and overawed-- Then swelling loud as an Archangel's trump, Or shrill winds piping o'er the stormy flood, It thundered back from far Pacific's coast. Come to the tombs by mourning millions thronged Beneath the oak of weeping. Glorious dead Fame's cemetery holds no hero dust More dearly honored in sublime repose. Pale ashes, with a nation's tears bedewed, And fanned by sighs as numerous as th
Monticello (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
od, That stung her to the heart. Rebellion's steel Pierced the fair bosom of imperial Rome By foreign foes unconquered; and the land Of God's own people drank the fatal cup Which dark dissension pressed upon her lips. As midnight's bell proclaims with double tongue One year departed and another born, Swift throng around me with imperial mien And god-like brow, and eyes of sad reproach, As angels look in sorrow, the great dead Who walked Mount Vernon's shades, and Marshfield's plains, And Monticello's height, and Ashland's groves Still vocal with unearthly eloquence-- Statesmen and Chiefs who loved their native land And led her up to fame. With solemn air And thrilling voice they point to freedom's flag, War-rent and laced with sacrificial blood By noble martyrs shed; and thus they speak-- “O sons once named Americans, but now The world-mocked orphans of a nameless land, Why rush ye to destruction? Happier far Than ye the tawny tribes your fathers drove From the primeval forests —
Pacific Ocean (search for this): chapter 43
, to Kentucky spoke, Kentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echoes, like the low sepulchral moan Of subterranean fires, disturbed the Gulf-- The bleeding Gulf betrayed and overawed-- Then swelling loud as an Archangel's trump, Or shrill winds piping o'er the stormy flood, It thundered back from far Pacific's coast. Come to the tombs by mourning millions thronged Beneath the oak of weeping. Glorious dead Fame's cemetery holds no hero dust More dearly honored in sublime repose. Pale ashes, with a nation's tears bedewed, And fanned by sighs as numerous as the winds, The laurels that you nurture shall be green And bloom forever round the precious urns Of Baker and of Lyon. Fortune smiled Upon them, casting from her ample lap, Her lavish stores of fame and wealth and ease, And wooed them to rep
Eden (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
All the fetid gall that drips From the land's infected lips, In the murky woof embroider Darkness, death, and hell's disorder. Weave we in the magic loom Piles of slain without a tomb, Cities lit with midnight fires, Crashing walls and toppling spires, Famine's sunken, ghastly cheek, Outraged woman's helpless shriek, Hoary age and infancy Plunged in one wide misery; In the murky woof embroider Darkness, death, and hell's disorder. Let the banner's folds be bound With a fiery serpent round; Eden's destroyer shall recal The new temptation, sin, and fall. We have changed the stripes of flame To the burning blush of shame, And the streaks of spotless white To the pallor of affright, And the stars which blazoned all To wormwood in its endless fall. The song of treason ceased — the demons fled, And as I mused in the dark bitterness Of grief to this sad prophecy of woe, I heard a sound, as when the ocean moves His moist battalions to the tempest's march, To storm the fortress of the rocky
Marshfield (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
pent faction with her blood, That stung her to the heart. Rebellion's steel Pierced the fair bosom of imperial Rome By foreign foes unconquered; and the land Of God's own people drank the fatal cup Which dark dissension pressed upon her lips. As midnight's bell proclaims with double tongue One year departed and another born, Swift throng around me with imperial mien And god-like brow, and eyes of sad reproach, As angels look in sorrow, the great dead Who walked Mount Vernon's shades, and Marshfield's plains, And Monticello's height, and Ashland's groves Still vocal with unearthly eloquence-- Statesmen and Chiefs who loved their native land And led her up to fame. With solemn air And thrilling voice they point to freedom's flag, War-rent and laced with sacrificial blood By noble martyrs shed; and thus they speak-- “O sons once named Americans, but now The world-mocked orphans of a nameless land, Why rush ye to destruction? Happier far Than ye the tawny tribes your fathers drove Fr
Niagara County (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
t gave us life.” New-England's seamen swelled the rallying cry Along the coasts, the Middle States replied From thronging marts, the echoes leaped along The Mississippi Valley, whose vast floods Throb like the pulses of the Nation's heart, And pale Virginia, all besprinkled now With War's red baptism, to Kentucky spoke, Kentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echoes, like the low sepulchral moan Of subterranean fires, disturbed the Gulf-- The bleeding Gulf betrayed and overawed-- Then swelling loud as an Archangel's trump, Or shrill winds piping o'er the stormy flood, It thundered back from far Pacific's coast. Come to the tombs by mourning millions thronged Beneath the oak of weeping. Glorious dead Fame's cemetery holds no hero dust More dearly honored in sublime repose. Pale ashes, with
Illinois (Illinois, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
And shield the snowy breast that gave us life.” New-England's seamen swelled the rallying cry Along the coasts, the Middle States replied From thronging marts, the echoes leaped along The Mississippi Valley, whose vast floods Throb like the pulses of the Nation's heart, And pale Virginia, all besprinkled now With War's red baptism, to Kentucky spoke, Kentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echoes, like the low sepulchral moan Of subterranean fires, disturbed the Gulf-- The bleeding Gulf betrayed and overawed-- Then swelling loud as an Archangel's trump, Or shrill winds piping o'er the stormy flood, It thundered back from far Pacific's coast. Come to the tombs by mourning millions thronged Beneath the oak of weeping. Glorious dead Fame's cemetery holds no hero dust More dearly honored in sub
Ashland, Mass. (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
e heart. Rebellion's steel Pierced the fair bosom of imperial Rome By foreign foes unconquered; and the land Of God's own people drank the fatal cup Which dark dissension pressed upon her lips. As midnight's bell proclaims with double tongue One year departed and another born, Swift throng around me with imperial mien And god-like brow, and eyes of sad reproach, As angels look in sorrow, the great dead Who walked Mount Vernon's shades, and Marshfield's plains, And Monticello's height, and Ashland's groves Still vocal with unearthly eloquence-- Statesmen and Chiefs who loved their native land And led her up to fame. With solemn air And thrilling voice they point to freedom's flag, War-rent and laced with sacrificial blood By noble martyrs shed; and thus they speak-- “O sons once named Americans, but now The world-mocked orphans of a nameless land, Why rush ye to destruction? Happier far Than ye the tawny tribes your fathers drove From the primeval forests — the red chiefs Who bra
Springfield (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 43
ns Of Baker and of Lyon. Fortune smiled Upon them, casting from her ample lap, Her lavish stores of fame and wealth and ease, And wooed them to repose. Though sweet her song, She sang unheeded. Honor, fortune, life They offered freely on their country's shrine, In the red heat and fury of the fight, Deeming the dearest jewels of the world Were nought when weighed against the nation's life. He who led our faltering ranks Up the ambuscaded banks-- He who poured his heart's red rain Over Springfield's stormy plain, Heeding not the volleys deadly, Nor the life-blood running redly, Cold in death shall lead no more Where our country's eagles soar. Such, O War! thy fearful pleasure, Priceless blood and costliest treasure, Still the victims whom thou smitest Are the loveliest and brightest. But the martyrs shall be glorious When our flag returns victorious: Death, who seals such patriot eyes, Opens them in Paradise. As wistfully I gazed upon their graves A vision passed before me. On a
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