Thou, who hast here, in concord, furled For Art and Labor, met in truce, Oh, make Thou us, through centuries long, The Centennial Commissioners appointed by the United States, through Senator Joseph Roswell Hawley, of Connecticut, President of the Commission, accepted the completed buildings from John Welsh, of Philadelphia, President of the Board of Finance, and the following cantata, written by the poet Sidney Lanier, of Macon, Georgia, was rendered: THE MEDITATIONS OF COLUMBIA, 1876." From this hundred-terraced height, Mayflower, Mayflower, slowly hither flying, Jamestown, out of thee; Plymouth, thee; thee, Albany. Then old shapes and masks of things, War, and his most noisy lords, Tongued with lithe and poisoned swords, All, in a windy night of time, Hark! Huguenots whispering "yea," in the dark! Soiled, but not sinning, Toil through the stertorous death of the Night, Now Praise to God's oft-granted grace, Despite the land, despite the sea, I was, I am, and I shall be. How long, Good Angel, O how long? "Long as thine Art shall love true love, So long, dear Land of all my love, Thy name shall shine, thy fame shall glow!" O Music, from this height of time, my Word unfold; Upon the conclusion of the cantata, Ulysses Simpson Grant, the eighteenth President of the United States, with Dom Pedro II., Emperor of Brazil, then the guest of the United States, touched the keys that set in motion responsive machinery under fourteen acres of protecting roof. INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1876. Just at meridian, July 4, near Independence Hall, in the presence of one hundred thousand spectators, General Hawley, and, in the absence of the President of the United States, the acting Vice-President, Thomas White Ferry, of Michigan, President of the United States Senate, welcomed the visitors from all lands to a participation in exercises in honor of the Centennial birthday of the Republic. Bishop William Bacon Stevens, of the Protestant Episcopal Church, ecclesiastical successor of the first Chaplain of the Continental Congress, offered prayer; and a Hymn, composed by the poet Oliver Wendell Holmes, was sung: WELCOME TO THE NATIONS. Bright on the banners of lily and rose, Wreathe the bright cannon that scowled on our foes, All but her friends, and their welcome, forgets. Welcome! a shout like the war-trumpet's swell Welcome! the walls of her temple resound! Welcome! still whisper the echoes around! Thrones of the continents! isles of the sea! Yours are the garlands of peace we entwine; Richard Henry Lee, grandson of Richard Henry Lee, of Revolutionary history,* read the Declaration of American Independence, from the original manuscript; followed by a "Greeting from Brazil," composed by A. Carlos Gomez, at the Emperor Dom Pedro's request, and by an ode, written by the poet Bayard Taylor. THIRD CANTO OF BAYARD TAYLOR'S ODE, "LIBERTY'S LATEST DAUGHTER." Foreseen in the vision of sages, Foretold when martyrs bled, She was born of the longing of ages, By the truth of the noble dead, And the faith of the living, fed! No blood in her lightest veins Nor shame of bondage has bowed her head. The Quaker truth and sweetness, And the strength of the danger-girdled race Of Holland, blend in a proud completeness. Belief as soul decreed, Free force for independent deed. As the sea returns the rivers in rain; From the hunted of every crown and creed. Is planted England's oaken-hearted mood, As e'er went world-ward from the island wall. Fused in her candid light, To one strong race all races here unite; Tongues melt in hers; hereditary foemen Forget their sword and slogan, kith and clan; 'Twas glory, once, to be a Roman; She makes it glory, now, to be a man. The following words, written by Dexter Smith, of Massachusetts, were then sung, the music being composed by Sir Julius Benedict, of England: |