FREEDOM'S WATCHWORD.
J. C. D.
"Give me liberty, or give me death."—Patrick Henry.
They stood together side by side, within the halls of state,
The proudest ones of all the land, the gifted and the great.
The gray-haired statesman, who had learned his every thought to hide,
And he, who dark deception's wiles would scorn for very pride.
The energetic soul was there, the will for action, when
The occasion matched the mighty mind;—all stood together then,
But silence was upon each tongue, and darkness on each brow:—
What mighty spell o'ershadows them, that all are silent now?
The proudest ones of all the land, the gifted and the great.
The gray-haired statesman, who had learned his every thought to hide,
And he, who dark deception's wiles would scorn for very pride.
The energetic soul was there, the will for action, when
The occasion matched the mighty mind;—all stood together then,
But silence was upon each tongue, and darkness on each brow:—
What mighty spell o'ershadows them, that all are silent now?
A mighty spell indeed! a spell has fallen upon each brain,
As memory conjures up and links the chains of love again;
As memory conjures up and links the chains of love again;
