And rides at last where firm and fast The good ship Union's voyage is o'er, And loud and clear with cheer on cheer Hurrah! Hurrah! it shakes the wave, - One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, O. W. Holmes. CCCXLII. THE STRIPES AND THE STARS.. STAR Spangled Banner! the Flag of our pride! Though trampled by traitors and basely defied, Fling out to the glad winds your Red, White, and Blue, For the heart of the North-land is beating for you! And her strong arm is nerving to strike with a will Till the foe and his boastings are humbled and still! Here's welcome to wounding and combat and scars And the glory of death for the Stripes and the Stars! From prairie, O ploughman! speed boldly away- "For God and our country we'll fight till we die! Invincible Banner! the Flag of the Free! O, where treads the foot that would falter for thee? Or the hands to be folded, till triumph is won And the eagle looks proud, as of old, to the sun? Give tears for the parting a murmur of prayer And the glory of death for the Stripes and the Stars! O God of our Fathers! this Banner must shine - The cannon has thundered, the bugle has blown, E. D. Proctor. CCCXLIII. WHO'S READY? Go OD help us! Who's ready? There's danger before! The smoke of his cannon hangs black o'er the plain; No halting, no discord, the moments are Fates; And bid the hours follow with knell or with chime! — Lead armies or councils, - while yet there is time! be soldier a-field, Alike, so your valor is Liberty's shield! Alike, so you strike when the bugle-notes call, Earth's noblest are praying, at hom、 and o'er sea, - Who's ready? "All ready!" undaunted we cry ; and conquer we will!" E.D. Proctor. CCCXLIV. MITCHELL. " HUNG BE THE HEAVENS WITH BLACK." HIS mighty life was burned away By Carolina's fiery sun; The pestilence that walks by day Smote him before his course seemed run. "Send him to us," the stars might cry, — "You do not feel his worth below; Your petty great men do not try The measure of his mind to know. "His eye could pierce our vast expanse, His mind, amid our mystic dance, "Send him to us! No martyr's soul, Take him, ye stars! Take him on high His name on martial scrolls to trace. That once was when his country's call And then her banner's stars dimmed all Take him, loved orbs! His country's life, - For these he welcomed bloody strife, And followed in the wake of Mars. W. F. Williams CCCXLV. WAR SONG. DEDICATED TO THE MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENTS. UP with the Flag of the Stripes and the Stars! Gather together from plough and from loom! Hark to the signal! the music of wars Sounding for tyrants and traitors their doom. March, march, march, march! For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Right! Down with the foe to the land and the laws! Marching together our country to save, God shall be with us to strengthen our cause, Nerving the heart and the hand of the brave. March, march, march, march! For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Right! Flag of the Free! under thee will we fight, Shoulder to shoulder, our face to the foe; Death to all traitors, and God for the Right! Singing this song as to battle we go: March, march, march, march! For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Right! Land of the Free that our fathers of old, Bleeding together, cemented in blood Give us thy blessing, as brave and as bold, Chain of the slave we have suffered so longStriving together thy links we will break! Hark! for God hears us, as echoes our song, Sounding the cry to make Tyranny quake : March, march, march, march! Conquer or fall! Rouse to the call Workmen, arise! There is work for us now; Ours the red ledger for bayonet pen; Sword be our hammer, and cannon our plough; Liberty's loom must be driven by men. March, march, march, march! Freemen we fight, roused in our might, For Justice and Freedom, for God and the Right. W. W. Story |