Show JB arLara Friet clile DY BY JOHN G WHITTIER t up from the meadors a rich with corn clear in the cool september mom moin the cluster ed spires of F cederick i stand dicen walled by the hills of maryland round about them orchards sweep apple and peach atiee finsted deep fair as a garden arden of the lord to the eyes eyes of the famished zebel horde on that pleasant morn of the early fall when leo lee mal clied over the mountain wall nall over the mountains n winding down don n horse and foot into frederick ton ton n forty flags with nith their silver stars forty flags with kneir crimson bars flapped in the morning wind tho the sun of noon looked donn and say saw not one up rose old barbara Friet clile than J 14 s bowed with her foar fourscore koro deais and ten t fhe bravest of all in Fied crick town she took up tip the flag the men hauled down in her attie attic window the staff bhe set to show that one was loal yet up the street came the rebel tread stonewall jackson riding ahead under his slouched hat left and right lie he glanced the old flaw flag met his sight 11 halt P the dust brown tanks stood fast 11 fire I 1 out blazed the rifle blast it shive sniveled fed the window pane und and sash it rent the banner with seam and gash quick as it fell aiom ft oin the broken stair staff dame barbara snatched the silken scarf she leaned far out on the windowsill window sill and shook it forth with a loyal will 11 shoot if you must this gray ray old lead head but spare your count rys flaw flag she said A shade of sad sadness nessa a blush of shame shaine over the face of the leader came the nobler nature within him stirred to life at that womans comans deed and word 11 who touches abair a hair of yon ray gray head dies like a dog I 1 march on 11 he said all day long through frederick street sounded the head of marching feet all day long that free flag tossed JL it over the heads of the aebel host ever its torn folds rose and fell on the loyal winds that loved it well and through the hill bill gaps sunset light shone over it with a warm goodnight good night barbara Friet chies work is ocr and the rebel rides on his hh raids no more honor to her I 1 and lot let a tear i fall F all for her sake on oil Ston calls enalls bier over barbara Friet Frie chies grave F flag lag of freedom and union wave dav 0 I 1 peace and order and beauty draw round thy symbol of light and law J and c ever ie r the above look down r f on tb thy stars below at diederick Fic Fie derick town I 1 atlantic of october |