. Farm legends. centre of this murky cloud, And sweep its worthless vapor from the earth. Take sense for coin; opinions at their worth; Conviction at its cost; dictation, when Our minds and souls are bankrupt—hardly then! When Freedoms sons and daughters will do this, Our land will know a day of happiness, Fit for such joy as never yet was seen, Een when Emancipation tried her keen Bright blade upon the galling chains of steel, And stamped the action with the nations seal. Een when the cable its initial spark Brought flashing through the oceans deep and dark; Een when was fixed, with far-resou
. Farm legends. centre of this murky cloud, And sweep its worthless vapor from the earth. Take sense for coin; opinions at their worth; Conviction at its cost; dictation, when Our minds and souls are bankrupt—hardly then! When Freedoms sons and daughters will do this, Our land will know a day of happiness, Fit for such joy as never yet was seen, Een when Emancipation tried her keen Bright blade upon the galling chains of steel, And stamped the action with the nations seal. Een when the cable its initial spark Brought flashing through the oceans deep and dark; Een when was fixed, with far-resounding strokes, With song, and praise, and thankfulness, and golden fastening of the chain that yokes The two great restless oceans of the earth! But over all, and round about us spread. Hangs the black cloud of Death: a thunder-heod. Yet ominously silent; moving on. While from its threatening folds, so deep and dark,The forked lio-htnins; ever and anon, Shoots for some life, and never fails its Rifts in the Cloud. 111 There was one classmate is not here to-day; Many an oak is blasted on its way, Many a growing hope is overthrown. What might have been, his early growth had shown. What was, our love and tears for him may tell; He lived, he toiled, he faded, and he fell. When our friend lay within that narrow room Men call a coffin—in its cheerless gloom Himself the only tenant, and asleep In a long slumber, terrible and deep; When at the open door his pale, sad face Appeared to us, without a look or trace Of recognition in its ghastly hue. Soon to be hid forever from our view; When, wirti his sightless eyes to heaven upturned. Wherefrom his royal soul upon them burned. He waited for his last rites to be said. With the pathetic patience of the dead; AVhen tenderly his manly form we lay In its last couch, with covering of clay; Who in that mournful duty had a part, But felt the cloud of Death upon his heart? But when we thought how his unfettered soul. Free fro
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