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THE YEAR OF PEACE.January 1st, 1866.
AKE room in heaven, ye starry choirs, that loud your lofty anthems sing!Here's one whose voice shall drown your lyres, and make the sky-built arches ring:
While fleet as light he soars aloft, with milkwhite hand his harp he beats—
And hark! the midnight echo soft, some faint, far-wandering strain repeats!—
"Cleft is the steel-wrought helm of Guilt, and shattered is the brazen shield;
His sword lies broken at the hilt; prone sleeps the giant on the field;
No more those bolts of battle smite, that, onward crashing, shook the world;
And from the battlements of Right are all its mad assailants hurled.
His sword lies broken at the hilt; prone sleeps the giant on the field;
No more those bolts of battle smite, that, onward crashing, shook the world;
And from the battlements of Right are all its mad assailants hurled.
"Columbia lives! the mighty deeps whose purple waves against her bore,
