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Painting - Oil On Stretch Bar Canvas
Dimension: 11''X14" stretch bar canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Oils
New Castle, July 4, 1878
or a hundred years the pulse of time
Has throbbed for Liberty;
For a hundred years the grand old clime
Columbia has been free;
For a hundred years our country?s love,
The Stars and Stripes, has waved above.
Away far out on the gulf of years-
Misty and faint and white
Through the fogs of wrong-a sail appears,
And the Mayflower heaves in sight,
And drifts again, with its little flock
Of a hundred souls, on Plymouth Rock.
Do you see them there-as long, long since-
Through the lens of History;
Do you see them there as their chieftain prints
In the snow his bended knee,
And lifts his voice through the wintry blast
In thanks for a peaceful home at last?
Though the skies are dark and the coast is bleak,
And the storm is wild and fierce,
Its frozen flake on the upturned cheek
Of the Pilgrim melts in tears,
And the dawn that springs from the darkness there
Is the morning light of an answered prayer.
The morning light of the day of Peace
That gladdens the aching eyes,
And gives to the soul that sweet release
That the present verifies,?
Nor a snow so deep, nor a wind so chill
To quench the flame of a freeman?s will!
Days of toil when the bleeding hand
Of the pioneer grew numb,
When the untilled tracts of the barren land
Where the weary ones had come
Could offer nought from a fruitful soil
To stay the strength of the stranger?s toil.
Days of pain, when the heart beat low,
And the empty hours went by
Pitiless, with the wail of woe
And the moan of Hunger?s cry?
When the trembling hands upraised in prayer
Had only the strength to hold them there.
Days when the voice of hope had fled-
Days when the eyes grown weak
Were folded to, and the tears they shed
Were frost on a frozen cheek-
When the storm bent down from the skies and gave
A shroud of snow for the Pilgrim?s grave.
Days at last when the smiling sun
Glanced down from a summer sky,
And a music rang where the rivers run,
And the waves went laughing by;
And the rose peeped over the mossy bank
While the wild deer stood in the stream and drank.
And the birds sang out so loud and good,
In a symphony so clear
And pure and sweet that the woodman stood
With his ax upraised to hear,
And to shape the words of the tongue unknown
Into a language all his own?
February 24th, 2011
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