The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 95, September 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 95, September 1865: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
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The helm from her bold front she doth unbind,
Sends all her handmaid armies back to spin,
And bids her navies hold their thunders in:
No challenge sends she to the elder world,
That looked askance and hated; a light scorn
Plays on her mouth, as round her mighty knees
She calls her children back, and waits the morn
Of nobler day, enthroned between her subject seas."
XI.
Bow down, dear Land, for thou hast found release!
Thy God, in these distempered days,
Hath taught thee the sure wisdom of His ways,
And through thine enemies hath wrought thy peace!
Bow down in prayer and praise!
O Beautiful! my Country! ours once more!
Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair
O'er such sweet brows as never other wore,
And letting thy set lips,
Freed from wrath's pale eclipse,
The rosy edges of their smile lay bare,
What words divine of lover or of poet
Could tell our love and make thee know it,
Among the Nations bright beyond compare?
What were our lives without thee?
What all our lives to save thee?
We reck not what we gave thee;
We will not dare to doubt thee,
But ask whatever else, and we will dare!
OUR FUTURE MILITIA SYSTEM.
During the first few days of the war, in that strange epoch of thrill
and shudder,--when there was mounting in hot haste, and warlike citizens
looked to their revolvers, and peaceful citizens looked up eligible
diseases for the family physician, ere examining surgeons yet were,--in
the midst of that general sense of untried powers and uncertain
destinies, who does not remember the sudden sense of relief which
diffused itself over any given community, on the announcement that
Brigadier-General Blank, of the Blank Division of State Militia, had
arrived in town? Here was one at last who could speak with some
authority. This man had slept three nights upon "the tented field," on
occasion of a muster. He had once formed a battalion in line, or at
least been present at that mystic process. He had been heard to quote
from the first volume of Scott, and had been known to nod significantly,
on an allusion to Hardee. Here was a man for opinions. Now we should
know what the Rebels meant to do, and precisely how many were killed by
the firing from Fort Sumter. We should ascertain the measures already
taken for defence, and the actual number of military overcoats in
possession of the State authorities.
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