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Columbia (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 322
are welcomed by fall. The birthright of manhood awaits for your slaves, But prisons and halters are waiting for knaves; And the blades of our “mud-sills” are longing to rust With their blood who would bury our stars in the dust. They die unlamented by people and laws, Whose lives are but shadows on Liberty's cause; They slumber unblest by Fraternity star, Who have blocked up the track of Humanity's car; Regarded, when dead, by the wise and the good, As shepherds regard the dead wolf in the wood; And only unhated when Heaven shall efface The mem'ry of wrong from the souls of the race. The streams may forget how they mingled our gore, And the myrtle entwine on their borders once more; The song-birds of Peace may return to our glades, And children join hands where their fathers joined blades: Columbia may rise from her trial of fire, More pure than she came from the hand of her sire; But Freedom will lift the cold finger of scorn, When History tells where her Traitors were born.
Niagara County (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 322
e nations seemed dead, And Truth into bondage by Error was led. Will the banners of morn at your bidding be furled, When the day-king arises to quicken the world? Can ye cool the fierce fires of his heat-throbbing breast, Or turn him aside from his goal in the West? Ah! sons of the plains where the orange tree blooms, Ye may come to our pine-covered mountains for tombs; But the light ye would smother was kindled by One Who gave to the universe planet and sun. Go, strangle the throat of Niagara's wrath, Till he utters no sound on his torrent-cut path; Go, bind his green sinews of rock-wearing waves, Till he begs at your feet like your own fettered slaves. Go, cover his pulses with sods of the ground, Till he hides from your sight like a hare from the hound; Then swarm to our borders and silence the notes That thunder of freedom from millions of throats. Come on with your “chattels,” all worn, from the soil Where men receive scourging in payment for toil; Come, robbers! come,
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 322
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
Charles Fremont (search for this): chapter 322
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 turne
James G. Clark (search for this): chapter 322
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
Wayne (search for this): chapter 322
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 turne
Warren (search for this): chapter 322
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