J. Brunner to [unknown recipient]

The following is from the Cincinnati Commercial composed by a 
patriotic Irishman who had who returned to his native country= on 
hearing of the rebellion in this country:

1st	"Oh 'land of my longings beyond the Atlantic
	What horrible dream has disturbed your repose
	What demon has driven your citizens frantic 
	To the grief of your friends & the joy or your foes

2nd	It is time you're arming to slay one another
	Both Sire and Son are in hostile array
	And brother is bareing his blade against brother,
	Each mightily preparing the others to slay

3rd	Yet I cannot I will not  I do not believe it
	But rally around the Old Staff
	Or the children of men will have reason to dream it
	And the tyrants of men would exalt in the laughter

	Etc.

	The remainder I could not obtain

	J. Brunner


			

Jacob Bruner Papers

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