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The little band in homespun suits,
To whom our ancestry we trace
With pride, were Freedom's first
recruits --
The heroes of a noble race;
They heard the call of Paul Revere --
His rousing cry: "To arms! to
arms!"
And eager flocked from far and near,
The stalwart yeomen of the farms.
Hail to the men that made us free!
Hail to the stainless swords they drew:
A thousand years will never see
Forgetfulness of men so true;
Their deeds will live while grandly
waves
The flag of a united land
Above their scattered, sacred graves,
From mountain height to ocean strand.
UNDER THE AGED LOGAN ELM
BY RACHEL E. HUGHES
Beautiful tree how well you have fared,
And for many more years we'd have you
spared,
Standing alone through all the years,
Have you been lonely, have you, shed
tears?
Will you lend today a listening ear?
For this page is written for you to
hear.
As a bit of God's handiwork, stately and
grand --
You're here where he placed you and
secretly planned
To give you a place in His hall of fame,
Are you not proud of the honor, proud of
the name,
Attracting to you the once savage Chief?
You listened, I'm sure, to his story
brief,
And he sought you out among others to be
The Logan Elm, the history tree.
Yes, days long ago, but somehow 'tis
sweet
To go back to the Indian's happy retreat
--
Back to his once happy hunting ground.
But "Lo The Poor Indian" no
longer around
My Indian is here and every day
I see him back in the same old way.
But no: that day is forever gone now --
The day when Logan sat 'neath your
bough;
For Bow and Arrow days
have fled.
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We mingle now the white and red.
Oh! ancient tree, could you but speak
today,
We're wondering what 'twould be you'd
say;
Yes, Honored Elm, we feel and
know
You first would greet these friends
And bid them welcome ere they go;
Then tell the story of the Indian and
his song,
The story buried here in Nature's trunk
so long;
The story of the Indian tall,
Whose hunting ground was here --
And that not all --
You'd tell us much of what you saw
About the Indian chief, papoose and
squaw,
Describe their raiment and their ways,
Tell all the happenings in those days.
Then of yourself we'd ask to hear
What, as a tree, you held most dear.
Your answer we'd anticipate to be
That nature's haunts meant most to
thee.
In taking leave we'd all agree
That you were such a friendly Tree.
Mr. Frank Tallmadge formally accepted
two young
elms that were planted, one by the Sons
of the American
Revolution and the other by the
Daughters of the
American Revolution.
Mr. Langdon T. Williams closed the
exercises of the
afternoon with a strong plea for the
restoration and
preservation of our forests.
Mr. Boyd B. Haddox, president of the
Franklin
chapter, Sons of the American
Revolution, presided.
Reverend Clayton W. Eldridge invoked
the Divine
blessing.
In the absence of Governor James E.
Campbell,
president of the Ohio Archaeological
and Historical So-
ciety, Secretary Galbreath briefly
welcomed the assem-
bly. Mrs. Vander Veer Taylor, regent of
the Columbus
chapter, Daughters of the American
Revolution, grac-
iously responded.