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-The Project Gutenberg EBook of American War Ballads and Lyrics, Volume I
-(of 2), by Various
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-Title: American War Ballads and Lyrics, Volume I (of 2)
-       A Collection of the Songs and Ballads of the Colonial wars,
-       the revolutions, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico
-       and the Civil War
-
-Author: Various
-
-Editor: George Cary Eggleston
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-
-                        _AMERICAN WAR BALLADS_
-
-                             _AND LYRICS_
-
-            _A COLLECTION OF THE SONGS AND BALLADS OF THE
-               COLONIAL WARS, THE REVOLUTION, THE WAR
-                   OF 1812-15, THE WAR WITH MEXICO
-                          AND THE CIVIL WAR_
-
-
-                              _EDITED BY_
-
-                        _GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON_
-
-                              _VOLUME I._
-
-                            [Illustration]
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-                         _NEW YORK AND LONDON_
-
-                         _G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS_
-                       ~The Knickerbocker Press~
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-                               COPYRIGHT
-                          G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
-                                 1889
-
-                  ~The Knickerbocker Press, New York~
-                      Electrotyped and Printed by
-                          G. P. Putnam's Sons
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-
-
-CONTENTS
-
-
-                                                                    PAGE
-
-  ACKNOWLEDGEMENT                                                      1
-
-  PREFACE AND INTRODUCTION                                             3
-
-  THE COLONIAL WARS                                                   11
-
-    LOVEWELL'S FIGHT                                                  13
-
-    THE SONG OF BRADDOCK'S MEN                                        19
-
-  THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR                                               21
-
-    LIBERTY TREE                                                      23
-
-    FREE AMERICA                                                      25
-
-    EMANCIPATION FROM BRITISH DEPENDENCE                              28
-
-    PAUL REVERE'S RIDE                                                32
-
-    WARREN'S ADDRESS                                                  38
-
-    NATHAN HALE                                                       40
-
-    THE BALLAD OF NATHAN HALE                                         43
-
-    THE BATTLE OF TRENTON                                             46
-
-    THE FATE OF JOHN BURGOYNE                                         48
-
-    THE PROGRESS OF SIR JACK BRAG                                     51
-
-    WAR AND WASHINGTON                                                53
-
-    COLUMBIA                                                          57
-
-    TAXATION OF AMERICA                                               60
-
-    THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS                                            72
-
-    CARMEN BELLICOSUM                                                 77
-
-    THE YANKEE MAN-OF-WAR                                             80
-
-    PAUL JONES' VICTORY                                               83
-
-    THE ROYAL ADVENTURER                                              87
-
-    EUTAW SPRINGS                                                     90
-
-    AN ANCIENT PROPHECY                                               92
-
-    THE DANCE                                                         94
-
-    SONG OF MARION'S MEN                                              97
-
-    HAIL COLUMBIA                                                    102
-
-  THE WAR OF 1812-15                                                 105
-
-    TRUXTON'S VICTORY                                                107
-
-    THE "CONSTELLATION" AND THE "INSURGENTE"                         110
-
-    THE WASP'S FROLIC                                                113
-
-    "CONSTITUTION" AND "GUERRI�RE"                                   115
-
-    THE "UNITED STATES" AND "MACEDONIAN"                             118
-
-    THE "UNITED STATES" AND "MACEDONIAN"                             121
-
-    PERRY'S VICTORY                                                  126
-
-    YANKEE THUNDERS                                                  128
-
-    YE PARLIAMENT OF ENGLAND                                         131
-
-    COMRADES! JOIN THE FLAG OF GLORY                                 135
-
-    OUR NAVY                                                         136
-
-    THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER                                         138
-
-    SEA AND LAND VICTORIES                                           141
-
-    OLD IRONSIDES                                                    144
-
-  THE MEXICAN WAR                                                    147
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-    MONTEREY                                                         149
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-    BUENA VISTA                                                      151
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-    THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD                                          159
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-  THE CIVIL WAR                                                      165
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-    BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE                    167
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-    THE TWELFTH OF APRIL                                             170
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-    MEN OF THE NORTH AND WEST                                        174
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-    RHODE ISLAND TO THE SOUTH                                        176
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-    OUR COUNTRY'S CALL                                               178
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-    A CRY TO ARMS                                                    181
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-    THE BANNER OF THE STARS                                          184
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-    THE FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION                                    186
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-    THE STARS AND STRIPES                                            188
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-    THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG                                             189
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-    THE STRIPES AND THE STARS                                        191
-
-    DIXIE                                                            193
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-    THE OATH OF FREEDOM                                              197
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-    CIVIL WAR                                                        200
-
-    THE MASSACHUSETTS LINE                                           202
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-    BETHEL                                                           204
-
-    THE CHARGE BY THE FORD                                           209
-
-    MANASSAS                                                         212
-
-    UPON THE HILL BEFORE CENTREVILLE                                 214
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-ILLUSTRATIONS.
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-                                                                    PAGE
-
-  THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER                                _Frontispiece_
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-  THE COLONIAL WARS                                                   11
-
-  LOVEWELL'S FIGHT                                                    14
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-  THE SONG OF BRADDOCK'S MEN                                          19
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-  THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR                                               21
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-  PAUL REVERE'S RIDE                                                  33
-
-  THE BALLAD OF NATHAN HALE                                           43
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-  THE BATTLE OF TRENTON                                               46
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-  THE FATE OF JOHN BURGOYNE                                           48
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-  CARMEN BELLICOSUM                                                   79
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-  THE YANKEE MAN-OF-WAR                                               80
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-  PAUL JONES' VICTORY                                                 83
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-  SONG OF MARION'S MEN                                                97
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-  THE WAR OF 1812-15                                                 105
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-  TRUXTON'S VICTORY                                                  107
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-  "CONSTITUTION" AND "GUERRI�RE"                                     115
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-  THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER                                           139
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-  OLD IRONSIDES                                                      145
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-  THE MEXICAN WAR                                                    147
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-  MONTEREY                                                           149
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-  BUENA VISTA                                                        152
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-  THE CIVIL WAR                                                      165
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-  THE TWELFTH OF APRIL                                               171
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-  THE BANNER OF THE STARS                                            184
-
-  CIVIL WAR                                                          200
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-  THE MASSACHUSETTS LINE                                             202
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-  BETHEL                                                             204
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-                      _Typogravures by W. Kurtz._
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-
-
-ACKNOWLEDGMENT.
-
-
-The editor of these volumes makes grateful acknowledgment of the
-courtesy of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin, & Co., Harper & Brothers,
-Ticknor & Co., and D. Lothrop & Co., in freely permitting him to make
-use of poems of which they own the copyright, and of their other good
-offices. He feels himself indebted also to the living authors of
-many poems here presented, for their readiness in consenting to the
-use of their writings, and for the care that many of them have taken
-to furnish him with correct versions of poems commonly printed in
-inaccurate forms. He is under special obligations in this regard to
-General Albert Pike, who has furnished a transcript, from his own copy
-of a rare, privately printed volume, of the stirring ballad "Buena
-Vista," for which a vain search had been made.
-
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-
-
-
-PREFACE AND INTRODUCTION.
-
-
-In the preparation of these volumes there has been no attempt at
-completeness. The literature from which the materials are drawn is
-much too vast to be compressed into two little volumes like these. The
-aim has been simply to make the collection fairly representative in
-character, and to include in it those pieces relating to our several
-wars which best reflect the spirit of the times that produced them.
-
-The work of selection in such a case must always be difficult and the
-result more or less unsatisfactory. There are many reasons for this,
-some of which no one who has not undertaken a task of this kind can
-fully appreciate. There is no fixed standard of judgment by which to
-make a certainly just comparative estimate of the quality of several
-poems, some of which must be taken and the others left. Merit, in
-the case of war poems, is the composite result of so many different
-things that no criticism can hope to make an entirely satisfactory
-qualitative analysis of such literature. The poetic quality of some
-pieces entitles them to editorial acceptance, quite irrespective of
-other considerations, while there are other pieces having very little
-poetic quality, or none at all, whose claim to consideration on other
-grounds is incontestable. Mr. Stedman's "Wanted--A Man," Mr. William
-Winter's exquisitely tender poem "After All," Miss Osgood's "Driving
-Home the Cows," and Mr. George Parsons Lathrop's "Keenan's Charge," may
-serve as examples of pieces which no editor with the least capacity of
-poetic appreciation would hesitate to include in such a collection on
-the ground of merit even if their character were somewhat at variance,
-as in this case it is not, with the scheme of the collection. On the
-other hand there are such things as "Three Hundred Thousand More,"
-several of the rude songs of the war of 1812, and many other pieces,
-which make equally imperative claims to favor on grounds that have no
-relation to the question of poetic merit.
-
-The song concerning the "Constitution and Guerri�re," for example, is
-very nearly as destitute of poetic quality as metrical writing can be,
-and yet no editor of a collection like this would think of omitting a
-piece that had for so many years stirred the hearts of patriots and
-moved them to rejoice in the achievements of their country's heroes.
-
-The complex nature of the considerations that must determine the choice
-of poems for inclusion is but one of several difficulties encountered
-in the execution of such a task as this. In any event, many things must
-be omitted which merit insertion, and the reader who misses a favorite
-piece is prompt to point to others which seem to him less worthy,
-and to ask why these were not made to give place to the one omitted.
-There are three answers to be made to the challenge of such a reader:
-first, that his judgment in the matter may be wrong; second, that the
-editor, being human, may have erred in his choice; and third, that in a
-collection intended to be broadly representative rather than complete,
-preference must sometimes be given to the less worthy piece which
-happens to reflect some phase of sentiment not otherwise presented,
-even at the cost of sacrificing the worthier one which illustrates
-aspects otherwise sufficiently shown.
-
-So much by way of explanation, not of apology; for if a book be in need
-of apology, no apology can be sufficient for it.
-
-In the matter of arrangement the poems naturally fall into five
-principal groups. Within the groups the chronology of the events
-referred to has been adopted as a general rule of arrangement, while
-for the most part poems that have no reference to particular events
-or epochs have been placed at the end of the groups to which they
-belong. No rule of arrangement, however, has been permitted to dominate
-other considerations where other considerations have seemed the more
-important.
-
-In presenting the ballads and lyrics of the civil war, it has been
-thought best not to give those from the North and those from the
-South in separate groups. There are several objections to such an
-arrangement, of which it is perhaps sufficient to mention a single one,
-namely, that by the separation of poems relating to the same events or
-the same aspects of the struggle, much of their historical significance
-is lost, and the comparison which the reflective reader naturally
-wishes to make between the moods, impulses, aspirations, and points of
-view of the poets on opposite sides is rendered much more difficult and
-less satisfactory.
-
-It would be a special pity, for example, not to place in juxtaposition
-Bryant's "Our Country's Call" and Timrod's "A Cry to Arms." An essay of
-no little value to the student of the inner springs of history might
-be written upon these two poems with their strange similarities and
-their still stranger contrasts. Indeed a critic of creative ability
-might almost reconstruct the history of the events which produced the
-war, and discover the characters and circumstances and, above all, the
-points of view of the people on either side of the contest, by a study
-of these two appeals, even if all other sources of information were
-lost. For this and other reasons it has been thought best to make but a
-single group of the poems of the civil war, bringing together all those
-that relate to the same or to like subjects, and indicating the origin
-of the southern pieces by printing the word "Southern" at the end of
-each.
-
-In the South during the civil war, almost all the adult males, with
-some who were rather adolescent than adult, were under arms. As a
-consequence, the men who wrote the poetry of the Southern side were
-necessarily soldiers. But in less peculiar circumstances the men who
-write the poetry of war, the men who make the songs that soldiers love
-to sing, the men who irresistibly stir patriotism in the blood of
-youth, the men who embalm heroic deeds in thrilling verse, and touch
-all hearts to pity and all eyes to tears by the tender pathos of their
-chronicles of suffering, are not the men who do the fighting. It was
-not a soldier who wrote "The Charge of the Light Brigade," and it was
-the gentle master of Abbotsford that interpreted the daring deeds of
-knightly times in song and story. So in our civil war the most and the
-best of the poems, except as the matter was determined at the South by
-peculiar circumstances, were the work of men who were not themselves
-combatants. Cynical reflections have sometimes been indulged in on this
-score, but they are unjust and shallow, as cynical reflections are apt
-to be. The qualities that make one a poet are not those that make one
-a soldier. Sometimes the two characters are united in one person, but
-that is rare; and the man who has the gift to write the poetry of a
-war which involves human liberty as its issue, best serves the cause
-by writing it. His part is as important as that of the soldier who
-bears arms, and his influence upon the result is quite as great. The
-patriotism and the courage of the Greeks owed more to Homer than to
-the warriors whose deeds he chronicled, and Paul Revere did far less
-for his country by what was after all a commonplace horseback journey,
-than Longfellow long afterward did by telling the story of that ride in
-quite other than commonplace poetry.
-
-Of the extent to which the war songs and ballads of a people influence
-the character and destiny of that people, much has been written,
-and the truth is not yet half told. Our present concern with this
-literature, however, has less regard to its influence than to its value
-as historical material. History records the events in a nation's life;
-poetry, and especially ballad poetry, reflects the character, the
-aspirations, the passions, and the purposes of a people; and viewed
-in this light a study of the war ballads and lyrics of our country
-must fill every reader's mind with hope and courage. Many of the poems
-presented in these little volumes are rude, some of them being scarcely
-better than doggerel, while much of the material is poetry of a very
-high order; but there are certain characteristics common to all the
-poems, and these are the characteristics that distinguish a virile
-race which encounters difficulty with stalwart courage and confronts
-danger with an unruffled mind. It is the poetry of strength and manly
-self-reliance. There is not a plaint of weakness anywhere in it. It
-is inspired from beginning to end by a high and unfaltering faith in
-the truth of the doctrines of human liberty that underlie our entire
-history and constitute the vital principle of our institutions.
-
-The ruder poems are a trifle truculent now and then perhaps, but some
-little truculence may be allowed as a poetic license to the poet who
-sings of his countrymen's prowess in just wars. In preparing this
-little collection the editor has had occasion to read anew the entire
-body of American war poetry of the ballad and lyric class, and he ends
-the examination with a feeling of intense satisfaction in the knowledge
-that there is not an unmanly or a cowardly line in it and scarcely an
-ungenerous one.
-
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-THE COLONIAL WARS]
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-
-LOVEWELL'S FIGHT.
-
-
-[This ballad, written in 1725, soon after the battle of May 8th, in
-that year, was said by a contemporary writer to be "the most beloved
-song in all New England," though "Chevy Chace" had been known there
-almost as well as in old England. The name of the author is lost to us,
-but his work has been preserved in Penhallow's "History of the Wars of
-New England with the Eastern Indians," 1726. The ballad is rude and
-destitute of poetic quality; but it has extraordinary interest as the
-earliest American war ballad known to us as having been dear to the
-hearts of the people who sang or recited it. It has interest, also, as
-a reflection of manners. The commendation bestowed upon the chaplain
-for _scalping_ Indians as well as killing them is suggestive.--EDITOR.]
-
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-                           LOVEWELL'S FIGHT.
-
-    Of worthy Captain Lovewell, I purpose now to sing,
-    How valiantly he served his country and his king;
-    He and his valiant soldiers did range the woods full wide,
-    And hardships they endured to quell the Indian's pride.
-
-    'T was nigh unto Pigwacket, on the eighth day of May,
-    They spied a rebel Indian soon after break of day;
-    He on a bank was walking, upon a neck of land,
-    Which leads into a pond as we're made to understand.
-
-    Our men resolved to have him, and travelled two miles round,
-    Until they met the Indian, who boldly stood his ground;
-    Then up speaks Captain Lovewell: "Take you good heed," says he,
-    "This rogue is to decoy us, I very plainly see.
-
-    "The Indians lie in ambush, in some place nigh at hand,
-    In order to surround us upon this neck of land;
-    Therefore we'll march in order, and each man leave his pack;
-    That we may briskly fight them, when they make their attack."
-
-    They came unto this Indian, who did them thus defy,
-    As soon as they came nigh him, two guns he did let fly,
-    Which wounded Captain Lovewell, and likewise one man more,
-    But when this rogue was running, they laid him in his gore.
-
-    Then having scalped the Indian, they went back to the spot
-    Where they had laid their packs down, but there they found them not.
-    For the Indians having spied them, when they them down did lay,
-    Did seize them for their plunder, and carry them away.
-
-    These rebels lay in ambush, this very place hard by,
-    So that an English soldier did one of them espy,
-    And cried out, "Here's an Indian"! with that they started out,
-    As fiercely as old lions, and hideously did shout.
-
-    With that our valiant English all gave a loud huzza,
-    To show the rebel Indians they feared them not a straw:
-    So now the fight began, and as fiercely as could be,
-    The Indians ran up to them, but soon were forced to flee.
-
-    Then spake up Captain Lovewell, when first the fight began:
-    "Fight on, my valiant heroes! You see they fall like rain."
-    For as we are informed, the Indians were so thick
-    A man could scarcely fire a gun and not some of them hit.
-
-    Then did the rebels try their best our soldiers to surround,
-    But they could not accomplish it, because there was a pond,
-    To which our men retreated, and covered all the rear,
-    The rogues were forced to face them, although they skulked for fear.
-
-    Two logs there were behind them that close together lay,
-    Without being discovered, they could not get away;
-    Therefore our valiant English they travelled in a row,
-    And at a handsome distance, as they were wont to go.
-
-    'T was ten o'clock in the morning when first the fight begun,
-    And fiercely did continue until the setting sun;
-    Excepting that the Indians some hours before 't was night
-    Drew off into the bushes and ceased awhile to fight.
-
-    But soon again returned, in fierce and furious mood.
-    Shouting as in the morning, but yet not half so loud;
-    For as we are informed, so thick and fast they fell,
-    Scarce twenty of their number at night did get home well.
-
-    And that our valiant English till midnight there did stay,
-    To see whether the rebels would have another fray;
-    But they no more returning, they made off towards their home,
-    And brought away their wounded as far as they could come.
-
-    Of all our valiant English there were but thirty-four,
-    And of the rebel Indians there were about fourscore,
-    And sixteen of our English did safely home return,
-    The rest were killed and wounded, for which we all must mourn.
-
-    Our worthy Captain Lovewell among them there did die,
-    They killed Lieutenant Robbins, and wounded good young Frye,
-    Who was our English chaplain; he many Indians slew,
-    And some of them he scalped when bullets round him flew.
-
-    Young Fullam, too, I'll mention, because he fought so well,
-    Endeavoring to save a man, a sacrifice he fell:
-    But yet our valiant Englishmen in fight were ne'er dismayed,
-    But still they kept their motion, and Wymans captain made.
-
-    Who shot the old chief Pagus, which did the foe defeat,
-    Then set his men in order, and brought off the retreat;
-    And braving many dangers and hardships in the way,
-    They safe arrived at Dunstable, the thirteenth day of May.
-
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-
-
-THE SONG OF BRADDOCK'S MEN.
-
-Fort DuQuesne Expedition, 1755.
-
-
-    To arms, to arms! my jolly grenadiers!
-      Hark how the drums do roll it along!
-    To horse, to horse, with valiant good cheer;
-      We'll meet our proud foe before it is long.
-            Let not your courage fail you;
-            Be valiant, stout, and bold;
-            And it will soon avail you,
-            My loyal hearts of gold.
-    Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!--again I say huzzah!
-    'T is nobly done,--the day's our own--huzzah, huzzah!
-
-    March on, march on, brave Braddock leads the foremost;
-      The battle is begun as you may fairly see.
-    Stand firm, be bold, and it will soon be over;
-      We'll soon gain the field from our proud enemy.
-            A squadron now appears, my boys;
-            If that they do but stand!
-            Boys, never fear, be sure you mind
-            The word of command!
-    Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!--again I say huzzah!
-    'T is nobly done,--the day's our own--huzzah, huzzah!
-
-    See how, see how, they break and fly before us!
-      See how they are scattered all over the plain!
-    Now, now--now, now, our country will adore us!
-      In peace and in triumph, boys, when we return again!
-            Then laurels shall our glory crown
-            For all our actions told:
-            The hills shall echo all around,
-            My loyal hearts of gold.
-    Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!--again I say huzzah!
-    'T is nobly done,--the day's our own--huzzah, huzzah!
-
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-
-THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR]
-
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-
-
-LIBERTY TREE.
-
-BY THOMAS PAINE.
-
-(Published in the _Pennsylvania Magazine_, 1775.)
-
-
-    In a chariot of light from the regions of day,
-      The Goddess of Liberty came;
-    Ten thousand celestials directed the way,
-      And hither conducted the dame.
-    A fair budding branch from the gardens above,
-      Where millions with millions agree,
-    She brought in her hand as a pledge of her love,
-      And the plant she named _Liberty Tree_.
-
-    The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,
-      Like a native it flourished and bore;
-    The fame of its fruit drew the nations around,
-      To seek out this peaceable shore.
-    Unmindful of names or distinction they came,
-      For freemen like brothers agree;
-    With one spirit endued, they one friendship pursued,
-      And their temple was _Liberty Tree_.
-
-    Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old,
-      Their bread in contentment they ate,
-    Unvexed with the troubles of silver and gold,
-      The cares of the grand and the great.
-    With timber and tar they Old England supplied,
-      And supported her power on the sea;
-    Her battles they fought, without getting a groat,
-      For the honor of _Liberty Tree_.
-
-    But hear, O ye swains, 'tis a tale most profane,
-      How all the tyrannical powers,
-    Kings, Commons, and Lords, are uniting amain,
-      To cut down this guardian of ours;
-    From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms,
-      Through the land let the sound of it flee,
-    Let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer,
-      In defence of our _Liberty Tree_.
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-FREE AMERICA.
-
-
-[This poem first appeared in the newspapers in 1774, and was ascribed
-to Joseph Warren.--EDITOR.]
-
-    That seat of Science, Athens,
-    And earth's proud mistress, Rome;
-    Where now are all their glories?
-    We scarce can find a tomb.
-    Then guard your rights, Americans,
-    Nor stoop to lawless sway;
-    Oppose, oppose, oppose, oppose,
-      For North America.
-
-    We led fair Freedom hither,
-    And lo, the desert smiled!
-    A paradise of pleasure
-    Was opened in the wild!
-    Your harvest, bold Americans,
-    No power shall snatch away!
-    Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,
-      For free America.
-
-    Torn from a world of tyrants,
-    Beneath this western sky,
-    We formed a new dominion,
-    A land of liberty:
-    The world shall own we're masters here;
-    Then hasten on the day:
-    Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,
-      For free America.
-
-    Proud Albion bowed to C�sar,
-    And numerous lords before;
-    To Picts, to Danes, to Normans,
-    And many masters more:
-    But we can boast, Americans,
-    We've never fallen a prey;
-    Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,
-      For free America.
-
-    God bless this maiden climate,
-    And through its vast domain
-    May hosts of heroes cluster,
-    Who scorn to wear a chain:
-    And blast the venal sycophant
-    That dares our rights betray;
-    Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,
-      For free America.
-
-    Lift up your hands, ye heroes,
-    And swear with proud disdain,
-    The wretch that would ensnare you,
-    Shall lay his snares in vain:
-    Should Europe empty all her force,
-    We'll meet her in array,
-    And fight and shout, and shout and fight
-      For North America.
-
-    Some future day shall crown us,
-    The masters of the main,
-    Our fleets shall speak in thunder
-    To England, France, and Spain;
-    And the nations over the ocean spread
-    Shall tremble and obey
-    The sons, the sons, the sons, the sons,
-      Of brave America.
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-EMANCIPATION FROM BRITISH DEPENDENCE.
-
-BY PHILIP FRENEAU.
-
-
-[The following note explanatory of references to proper names, etc., in
-this poem is copied from Duyckinck's edition of Freneau.--EDITOR.]
-
-NOTE.--Sir James Wallace, Admiral Graves, and Captain Montague, were
-British naval officers, employed on our coast. The _Viper_ and _Rose_
-were vessels in the service. Lord Dunmore, the last royal governor
-of Virginia, had recently, in April, 1775, removed the public stores
-from Williamsburg, and, in conjunction with a party of adherents,
-supported by the naval force on the station, was making war on the
-province. William Tryon, the last Royal governor of New York, informed
-of a resolution of the Continental Congress: "That it be recommended
-to the several provincial assemblies in conventions and councils,
-or committees of safety, to arrest and secure every person in their
-respective colonies whose going at large may, in their opinion,
-endanger the safety of the colony or the liberties of America,"
-discerning the signs of the times, took refuge on board the Halifax
-packet in the harbor, and left the city in the middle of October, 1775.
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-                 EMANCIPATION FROM BRITISH DEPENDENCE.
-
-                           BY PHILIP FRENEAU.
-
-          _Libera nos, Domine_--Deliver us, O Lord,
-          Not only from British dependence, but also,
-
-
-    From a junto that labor for absolute power,
-    Whose schemes disappointed have made them look sour;
-    From the lords of the council, who fight against freedom
-    Who still follow on where delusion shall lead 'em.
-
-    From groups at St. James's who slight our Petitions,
-    And fools that are waiting for further submissions;
-    From a nation whose manners are rough and abrupt,
-    From scoundrels and rascals whom gold can corrupt.
-
-    From pirates sent out by command of the king
-    To murder and plunder, but never to swing;
-    From Wallace, and Graves, and _Vipers_, and _Roses_,
-    Whom, if Heaven pleases, we'll give bloody noses.
-
-    From the valiant Dunmore, with his crew of banditti
-    Who plunder Virginians at Williamsburg city,
-    From hot-headed Montague, mighty to swear,
-    The little fat man with his pretty white hair.
-
-    From bishops in Britain, who butchers are grown,
-    From slaves that would die for a smile from the throne,
-    From assemblies that vote against Congress' proceedings,
-    (Who now see the fruit of their stupid misleadings).
-
-    From Tryon, the mighty, who flies from our city,
-    And swelled with importance, disdains the committee;
-    (But since he is pleased to proclaim us his foes,
-    What the devil care we where the devil he goes.)
-
-    From the caitiff, Lord North, who would bind us in chains,
-    From our noble King Log, with his toothful of brains,
-    Who dreams, and is certain (when taking a nap)
-    He has conquered our lands as they lay on his map.
-
-    From a kingdom that bullies, and hectors, and swears.
-    I send up to Heaven my wishes and prayers
-    That we, disunited, may freemen be still,
-    And Britain go on--to be damn'd if she will.
-
-  1775
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-PAUL REVERE'S RIDE.
-
-BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
-
-
-    Listen, my children, and you shall hear
-    Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
-    On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
-    Hardly a man is now alive
-    Who remembers that famous day and year.
-
-    He said to his friend: "If the British march
-    By land or sea from the town to-night,
-    Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
-    Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--
-    One, if by land, and two, if by sea;
-    And I on the opposite shore will be,
-    Ready to ride and spread the alarm
-    Through every Middlesex village and farm,
-    For the country folk to be up and to arm."
-
-    Then he said "Good-night," and with muffled oar
-    Silently row'd to the Charlestown shore,
-    Just as the moon rose over the bay,
-    Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
-
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-    The _Somerset_, British man-of-war;
-    A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
-    Across the moon like a prison bar,
-    And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
-    By its own reflection in the tide.
-
-    Meanwhile his friend, through alley and street,
-    Wanders and watches with eager ears,
-    Till in the silence around him he hears
-    The muster of men at the barrack-door,
-    The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
-    And the measured tread of the grenadiers
-    Marching down to their boats on the shore.
-
-    Then he clim'd the tower of the Old North Church,
-    By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
-    To the belfry-chamber overhead,
-    And startled the pigeons from their perch
-    On the sombre rafters, that round him made
-    Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
-    By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
-    To the highest window in the wall,
-    Where he paused to listen and look down
-    A moment on the roofs of the town,
-    And the moonlight flowing over all.
-
-    Beneath, in the churchyard lay the dead,
-    In their night-encampment on the hill,
-    Wrapp'd in silence so deep and still
-    That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
-    The watchful night-wind, as it went
-    Creeping along from tent to tent,
-    And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
-    A moment only he feels the spell
-    Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
-    Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
-    For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
-    On a shadowy something far away,
-    Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
-    A line of black that bends and floats
-    On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.
-
-    Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
-    Booted and spurr'd, with a heavy stride
-    On the opposite shore walk'd Paul Revere.
-    Now he patted his horse's side,
-    Now gazed at the landscape far and near,
-    Then, impetuous, stamp'd the earth,
-    And turn'd and tighten'd his saddle-girth;
-    But mostly he watch'd with eager search
-    The belfry-tower of the Old North Church,
-    As it rose above the graves on the hill,
-    Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
-    And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
-    A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
-    He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
-    But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
-    A second lamp in the belfry burns.
-
-    A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
-    A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
-    And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark
-    Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
-    That was all; and yet, through the gloom and the light
-    The fate of a nation was riding that night;
-    And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight
-    Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
-
-    He has left the village and mounted the steep,
-    And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
-    Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides,
-    And under the alders that skirt its edge,
-    Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
-    Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
-    It was twelve by the village clock
-    When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
-    He heard the crowing of the cock,
-    And the barking of the farmer's dog,
-    And felt the damp of the river's fog,
-    That rises after the sun goes down.
-
-    It was one by the village clock
-    When he galloped into Lexington.
-    He saw the gilded weathercock
-    Swim in the moonlight as he pass'd,
-    And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,
-    Gaze at him with spectral glare,
-    As if they already stood aghast
-    At the bloody work they would look upon.
-
-    It was two by the village clock
-    When he came to the bridge in Concord town,
-    He heard the bleating of the flock,
-    And the twitter of birds among the trees,
-    And felt the breath of the morning breeze
-    Blowing over the meadows brown.
-    And one was safe and asleep in his bed
-    Who at the bridge would be first to fall.
-    Who that day would be lying dead,
-    Pierced by a British musket-ball.
-
-    You know the rest: in the books you have read,
-    How the British regulars fired and fled,--
-    How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
-    From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
-    Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
-    Then crossing the fields to emerge again
-    Under the trees at the turn of the road,
-    And only pausing to fire and load.
-
-    So through the night rode Paul Revere,
-    And so through the night went his cry of alarm
-    To every Middlesex village and farm,--
-    A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
-    A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
-    And a word that shall echo for evermore!
-    For, borne on the night-wind of the past,
-    Through all our history to the last,
-    In the hour of darkness, and peril, and need,
-    The people will waken and listen to hear
-    The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
-    And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
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-WARREN'S ADDRESS.
-
-BY JOHN PIERPONT.
-
-
-    Stand! the ground's your own, my braves!
-    Will ye give it up to slaves?
-    Will ye look for greener graves?
-        Hope ye mercy still?
-    What's the mercy despots feel?
-    Hear it in that battle peal!
-    Read it on yon bristling steel!
-        Ask it,--ye who will.
-
-    Fear ye foes who kill for hire?
-    Will ye to your homes retire?
-    Look behind you!--they're afire!
-        And, before you, see
-    Who have done it! From the vale
-    On they come!--and will ye quail?
-    Leaden rain and iron hail
-        Let their welcome be!
-
-    In the God of battles trust!
-    Die we may,--and die we must:
-    But, oh where can dust to dust
-        Be consign'd so well,
-    As where Heaven its dews shall shed
-    On the martyr'd patriot's bed,
-    And the rocks shall raise their head
-        Of his deeds to tell?
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-
-NATHAN HALE.
-
-BY FRANCIS M. FINCH.
-
-
-    To drum-beat and heart-beat,
-      A soldier marches by;
-    There is color in his cheek,
-      There is courage in his eye,
-    Yet to drum-beat and heart-beat
-      In a moment he must die.
-
-    By starlight and moonlight,
-      He seeks the Briton's camp;
-    He hears the rustling flag,
-      And the arm�d sentry's tramp;
-    And the starlight and moonlight
-      His silent wanderings lamp.
-
-    With slow tread and still tread,
-      He scans the tented line;
-    And he counts the battery guns,
-      By the gaunt and shadowy pine;
-    And his slow tread and still tread
-      Gives no warning sign.
-
-    The dark wave, the plumed wave,
-      It meets his eager glance;
-    And it sparkles 'neath the stars,
-      Like the glimmer of a lance--
-    A dark wave, a plumed wave,
-      On an emerald expanse.
-
-    A sharp clang, a still clang,
-      And terror in the sound!
-    For the sentry, falcon-eyed,
-      In the camp a spy hath found;
-    With a sharp clang, a steel clang,
-      The patriot is bound.
-
-    With calm brow, steady brow,
-      He listens to his doom;
-    In his look there is no fear,
-      Nor a shadow-trace of gloom;
-    But with calm brow and steady brow
-      He robes him for the tomb.
-
-    In the long night, the still night,
-      He kneels upon the sod;
-    And the brutal guards withhold
-      E'en the solemn word of God!
-    In the long night, the still night,
-      He walks where Christ hath trod.
-
-    'Neath the blue morn, the sunny morn,
-      He dies upon the tree;
-    And he mourns that he can lose
-      But one life for Liberty;
-    And in the blue morn, the sunny morn,
-      His spent wings are free.
-
-    But his last words, his message-words,
-      They burn, lest friendly eye
-    Should read how proud and calm
-      A patriot could die,
-    With his last words, his dying words,
-      A soldier's battle-cry.
-
-    From Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf,
-      From monument and urn,
-    The sad of earth, the glad of heaven,
-      His tragic fate shall learn;
-    And on Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf
-      The name of HALE shall burn!
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-
-THE BALLAD OF NATHAN HALE.
-
-(Moore's "Songs and Ballads of the American Revolution." 1856.)
-
-
-    The breezes went steadily through the tall pines,
-    A-saying "oh! hu-ush!" a-saying "oh! hu-ush!"
-    As stilly stole by a bold legion of horse,
-    For Hale in the bush, for Hale in the bush.
-
-    "Keep still!" said the thrush as she nestled her young
-    In a nest by the road; in a nest by the road.
-    "For the tyrants are near, and with them appear
-    What bodes us no good, what bodes us no good."
-
-    The brave captain heard it, and thought of his home
-    In a cot by the brook; in a cot by the brook.
-    With mother and sister and memories dear,
-    He so gayly forsook; he so gayly forsook.
-
-    Cooling shades of the night were coming apace,
-    The tattoo had beat; the tattoo had beat.
-    The noble one sprang from his dark lurking-place,
-    To make his retreat; to make his retreat.
-
-    He warily trod on the dry rustling leaves,
-    As he passed through the wood, as he passed through the wood;
-    And silently gained his rude launch on the shore,
-    As she played with the flood; as she played with the flood.
-
-    The guards of the camp, on that dark, dreary night,
-    Had a murderous will; had a murderous will.
-    They took him and bore him afar from the shore,
-    To a hut on the hill; to a hut on the hill.
-
-    No mother was there, nor a friend who could cheer,
-    In that little stone cell; in that little stone cell.
-    But he trusted in love, from his Father above,
-    In his heart, all was well; in his heart, all was well.
-
-    An ominous owl, with his solemn bass voice,
-    Sat moaning hard by; sat moaning hard by:
-    "The tyrant's proud minions most gladly rejoice,
-    For he soon must die; for he soon must die."
-
-    The brave fellow told them, no thing he restrained,--
-    The cruel general! the cruel general!--
-    His errand from camp, of the ends to be gained,
-    And said that was all; and said that was all.
-
-    They took him and bound him and bore him away,
-    Down the hill's grassy side; down the hill's grassy side.
-    'T was there the base hirelings, in royal array,
-    His cause did deride; his cause did deride.
-
-    Five minutes were given, short moments, no more,
-    For him to repent; for him to repent.
-    He prayed for his mother, he asked not another,
-    To Heaven he went; to Heaven he went.
-
-    The faith of a martyr the tragedy showed,
-    As he trod the last stage; as he trod the last stage.
-    And Britons will shudder at gallant Hale's blood
-    As his words do presage, as his words do presage.
-
-    "Thou pale king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe,
-    Go frighten the slave; go frighten the slave;
-    Tell tyrants, to you their allegiance they owe.
-    No fears for the brave; no fears for the brave."
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-THE BATTLE OF TRENTON
-
-(From Griswold's "Curiosities of American literature." 1843.)
-
-
-    On Christmas-day in seventy-six,
-    Our ragged troops, with bayonets fixed,
-      For Trenton marched away.
-    The Delaware see! the boats below!
-    The light obscured by hail and snow!
-      But no signs of dismay.
-
-    Our object was the Hessian band,
-    That dared invade fair freedom's land,
-      And quarter in that place.
-    Great Washington he led us on,
-    Whose streaming flag, in storm or sun;
-      Had never known disgrace.
-
-    In silent march we passed the night,
-    Each soldier panting for the fight,
-      Though quite benumbed with frost.
-    Greene on the left at six began,
-    The right was led by Sullivan
-      Who ne'er a moment lost.
-
-    Their pickets stormed, the alarm was spread,
-    That rebels risen from the dead
-      Were marching into town.
-    Some scampered here, some scampered there,
-    And some for action did prepare;
-      But soon their arms laid down.
-
-    Twelve hundred servile miscreants,
-    With all their colors, guns, and tents,
-      Were trophies of the day.
-    The frolic o'er, the bright canteen,
-    In centre, front, and rear was seen
-      Driving fatigue away.
-
-    Now, brothers of the patriot bands,
-    Let's sing deliverance from the hands
-      Of arbitrary sway.
-    And as our life is but a span,
-    Let's touch the tankard while we can.
-      In memory of that day.
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-
-The Fate of JOHN BURGOYNE
-
-(From Griswold's "Curiosities of American Literature.")
-
-
-    When Jack the king's commander
-    Was going to his duty,
-    Through all the crowd he smiled and bowed
-    To every blooming beauty.
-
-    The city rung with feats he'd done
-    In Portugal and Flanders,
-    And all the town thought he'd be crowned
-    The first of Alexanders.
-
-    To Hampton Court he first repairs
-    To kiss great George's hand, sirs;
-    Then to harangue on state affairs
-    Before he left the land, sirs.
-
-    The "Lower House" sat mute as mouse
-    To hear his grand oration;
-    And "all the peers," with loudest cheers,
-    Proclaimed him to the nation.
-
-    Then off he went to Canada,
-    Next to Ticonderoga,
-    And quitting those away he goes
-    Straightway to Saratoga.
-
-    With great parade his march he made
-    To gain his wished-for station,
-    While far and wide his minions hied
-    To spread his "Proclamation."
-
-    To such as stayed he offers made
-    Of "pardon on submission;
-    But savage bands should waste the lands
-    Of all in opposition."
-
-    But ah, the cruel fates of war!
-    This boasted son of Britain,
-    When mounting his triumphal car,
-    With sudden fear was smitten.
-
-    The sons of Freedom gathered round,
-    His hostile bands confounded,
-    And when they'd fain have turned their back
-    They found themselves surrounded!
-
-    In vain they fought, in vain they fled;
-    Their chief, humane and tender,
-    To save the rest soon thought it best
-    His forces to surrender.
-
-    Brave St. Clair, when he first retired,
-    Knew what the fates portended;
-    And Arnold and heroic Gates
-    His conduct have defended.
-
-    Thus may America's brave sons
-    With honor be rewarded,
-    And be the fate of all her foes
-    The same as here recorded.
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-THE PROGRESS OF SIR JACK BRAG.
-
-(McCarty's National Song-Book.)
-
-
-    Said Burgoyne to his men, as they passed in review,
-      Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!
-    These rebels their course very quickly will rue,
-    And fly as the leaves 'fore the autumn tempest flew,
-    When him who is your leader they know, boys!
-      They with, men have now to deal,
-      And we soon will make them feel--
-      Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!
-    That a loyal Briton's arm, and a loyal Briton's steel,
-    Can put to flight a rebel, as quick as other foe, boys!
-      Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo,
-      Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo-o-o-o, boys!
-
-    As to Sa-ra-tog' he came, thinking how to jo the game,
-      Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!
-    He began to see the grubs, in the branches of his fame,
-    He began to have the trembles, lest a flash should be the flame
-    For which he had agreed his perfume to forego, boys!
-      No lack of skill, but fates,
-      Shall make us yield to Gates,
-      Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!
-    The devils may have leagued, as you know, with the States,
-    But we never will be beat by any mortal foe, boys!
-      Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo,
-      Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo-o-o-o, boys!
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-WAR AND WASHINGTON.
-
-(As sung during the Revolution.)
-
-BY JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWARD.
-
-
-    Vain Britons, boast no longer with proud indignity,
-    By land your conquering legions, your matchless strength at sea,
-    Since we, your braver sons incensed, our swords have girded on,
-    Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza, for war and Washington.
-
-    Urged on by North and vengeance those valiant champions came,
-    Loud bellowing Tea and Treason, and George was all on flame,
-    Yet sacrilegious as it seems, we rebels still live on,
-    And laugh at all their empty puffs, huzza for Washington!
-
-    Still deaf to mild entreaties, still blind to England's good,
-    You have for thirty pieces betrayed your country's blood.
-    Like Esop's greedy cur you'll gain a shadow for your bone,
-    Yet find us fearful shades indeed inspired by Washington.
-
-    Mysterious! unexampled! incomprehensible!
-    The blundering schemes of Britain their folly, pride, and zeal,
-    Like lions how ye growl and threat! mere asses have you shown,
-    And ye shall share an ass's fate, and drudge for Washington!
-
-    Your dark unfathomed councils our weakest heads defeat,
-    Our children rout your armies, our boats destroy your fleet,
-    And to complete the dire disgrace, cooped up within a town,
-    You live the scorn of all our host, the slaves of Washington!
-
-    Great Heaven! is this the nation whose thundering arms were hurled,
-    Through Europe, Afric, India? whose navy ruled a world?
-    The lustre of your former deeds, whole ages of renown,
-    Lost in a moment, or transferred to us and Washington!
-
-    Yet think not thirst of glory unsheaths our vengeful swords
-    To rend your bands asunder, or cast away your cords,
-    'Tis heaven-born freedom fires us all, and strengthens each brave son,
-    From him who humbly guides the plough, to god-like Washington.
-
-    For this, oh could our wishes your ancient rage inspire,
-    Your armies should be doubled, in numbers, force, and fire.
-    Then might the glorious conflict prove which best deserved the boon,
-    America or Albion, a George or Washington!
-
-    Fired with the great idea, our Fathers' shades would rise,
-    To view the stern contention, the gods desert their skies;
-    And Wolfe, 'midst hosts of heroes, superior bending down,
-    Cry out with eager transport, God save great Washington!
-
-    Should George, too choice of Britons, to foreign realms apply,
-    And madly arm half Europe, yet still we would defy
-    Turk, Hessian, Jew, and Infidel, or all those powers in one,
-    While Adams guards our senate, our camp great Washington!
-
-    Should warlike weapons fail us, disdaining slavish fears,
-    To swords we'll beat our ploughshares, our pruning-hooks to spears,
-    And rush, all desperate, on our foe, nor breathe till battle won,
-    Then shout, and shout America! and conquering Washington!
-
-    Proud France should view with terror, and haughty Spain revere,
-    While every warlike nation would court alliance here;
-    And George, his minions trembling round, dismounting from his throne
-    Pay homage to America and glorious Washington!
-
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-
-
-
-COLUMBIA.
-
-BY TIMOTHY DWIGHT.
-
-(From Kettell's "Specimens," 1829. Written during the author's service
-as an army chaplain, 1777-78.)
-
-
-    Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
-    The queen of the world, and the child of the skies;
-    Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
-    While ages on ages thy splendor unfold,
-    Thy reign is the last, and the noblest of time,
-    Most fruitful thy soil most inviting thy clime;
-    Let the crimes of the east ne'er encrimson thy name,
-    Be freedom, and science, and virtue thy fame.
-
-    To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire;
-    Whelm nations in blood, and wrap cities in fire;
-    Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend,
-    And triumph pursue them, and glory attend,
-    A world is thy realm: for a world be thy laws,
-    Enlarged as thine empire, and just as thy cause;
-    On Freedom's broad basis, that empire shall rise,
-    Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies.
-
-    Fair science her gates to thy sons shall unbar,
-    And the east see the morn hide the beams of her star.
-    New bards, and new sages, unrivalled shall soar
-    To fame unextinguished, when time is no more;
-    To thee, the last refuge of virtue designed,
-    Shall fly from all nations the best of mankind;
-    Here, grateful to heaven, with transport shall bring
-    Their incense, more fragrant than odors of spring.
-
-    Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend,
-    And genius and beauty in harmony blend;
-    The graces of form shall awake pure desire,
-    And the charms of the soul ever cherish the fire;
-    Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refined,
-    And virtue's bright image, instamped on the mind,
-    With peace and soft rapture shall teach life to glow,
-    And light up a smile in the aspect of woe.
-
-    Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display,
-    The nations admire and the ocean obey;
-    Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold,
-    And the east and the south yield their spices and gold.
-    As the day-spring unbounded, thy splendor shall flow,
-    And earth's little kingdoms before thee shall bow;
-    While the ensigns of union, in triumph unfurled,
-    Hush the tumult of war and give peace to the world.
-
-    Thus, as down a lone valley, with cedars o'erspread,
-    From war's dread confusion I pensively strayed,
-    The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired;
-    The winds ceased to murmur; the thunders expired;
-    Perfumes as of Eden flowed sweetly along,
-    And a voice as of angels, enchantingly sung:
-    "Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
-    "The queen of the world, and the child of the skies."
-
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-
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-
-
-TAXATION OF AMERICA.
-
-BY PETER ST. JOHN, OF NORWALK, CONN.
-
-
-[In Moore's "Songs and Ballads of the Revolution," this poem bears
-date as of 1765, but the references in it to Burgoyne's surrender,
-to Brandywine, etc., indicate a much later date. It is possible
-that a part of the poem was written and published about 1765, and
-that additions making reference to revolutionary incidents were
-made afterward. But, internal evidence renders even this assumption
-improbable, and suggests that the date Moore gives is the result of
-some mistake.--EDITOR.]
-
-    While I relate my story,
-    Americans give ear;
-    Of Britain's fading glory
-    You presently shall hear;
-    I'll give a true relation,
-    Attend to what I say
-    Concerning the taxation
-    Of North America.
-
-    The cruel lords of Britain,
-    Who glory in their shame,
-    The project they have hit on
-    They joyfully proclaim;
-    'Tis what they're striving after
-    Our right to take away,
-    And rob us of our charter
-    In North America.
-
-    There are two mighty speakers,
-    Who rule in Parliament,
-    Who ever have been seeking
-    Some mischief to invent;
-    'Twas North, and Bute his father,
-    The horrid plan did lay
-    A mighty tax to gather
-    In North America.
-
-    They searched the gloomy regions
-    Of the infernal pit,
-    To find among their legions
-    One who excelled in wit;
-    To ask of him assistance,
-    Or tell them how they may
-    Subdue without resistance
-    This North America.
-
-    Old Satan the arch-traitor,
-    Who rules the burning lake,
-    Where his chief navigator,
-    Resolved a voyage to take;
-    For the Britannic ocean
-    He launches far away,
-    To land he had no notion
-    In North America.
-
-    He takes his seat in Britain,
-    It was his soul's intent
-    Great George's throne to sit on
-    And rule the Parliament;
-    His comrades were pursuing
-    A diabolic way,
-    For to complete the ruin
-    Of North America.
-
-    He tried the art of magic
-    To bring his schemes about,
-    At length the gloomy project
-    He artfully found out;
-    The plan was long indulg�d
-    In a clandestine way,
-    But lately was divulg�d
-    In North America.
-
-    These subtle arch-combiners
-    Addressed the British court,
-    All three were undersigners
-    Of this obscure report--
-    There is a pleasant landscape
-    That lieth far away
-    Beyond the wide Atlantic,
-    In North America.
-
-    There is a wealthy people,
-    Who sojourn in that land,
-    Their churches all with steeples
-    Most delicately stand:
-    Their houses like the gilly,
-    Are painted red and gay:
-    They flourish like the lily
-    In North America.
-
-    Their land with milk and honey
-    Continually doth flow,
-    The want of food or money
-    They seldom ever know:
-    They heap up golden treasure,
-    They have no debts to pay,
-    They spend their time in pleasure
-    In North America.
-
-    On turkeys, fowls, and fishes,
-    Most frequently they dine,
-    With gold and silver dishes
-    Their tables always shine.
-    They crown their feasts with butter,
-    They eat, and rise to play;
-    In silks their ladies flutter,
-    In North America.
-
-    With gold and silver laces
-    They do themselves adorn,
-    The rubies deck their faces,
-    Refulgent as the morn:
-    Wine sparkles in their glasses,
-    They spend each happy day
-    In merriment and dances
-    In North America.
-
-    Let not our suit affront you,
-    When we address your throne;
-    O King, this wealthy country
-    And subjects are your own,
-    And you, their rightful sovereign
-    They truly must obey,
-    You have a right to govern
-    This North America.
-
-    O King, you've heard the sequel
-    Of what we now subscribe:
-    Is it not just and equal
-    To tax this wealthy tribe?
-    The question being ask�d,
-    His majesty did say,
-    My subjects shall be tax�d
-    In North America.
-
-    Invested with a warrant,
-    My publicans shall go,
-    The tenth of all their current
-    They surely shall bestow;
-    If they indulge rebellion,
-    Or from my precepts stray,
-    I'll send my war battalion
-    To North America.
-
-    I'll rally all my forces
-    By water and by land,
-    My light dragoons and horses
-    Shall go at my command;
-    I'll burn both town and city,
-    With smoke becloud the day,
-    I'll show no human pity
-    For North America.
-
-    Go on, my hearty soldiers,
-    You need not fear of ill--
-    There's Hutchinson and Rogers,
-    Their functions will fulfill--
-    They tell such ample stories,
-    Believe them sure we may,
-    One half of them are tories
-    In North America.
-
-    My gallant ships are ready
-    To waft you o'er the flood,
-    And in my cause be steady,
-    Which is supremely good.
-    Go ravage, steal, and plunder,
-    And you shall have the prey;
-    They quickly will knock under
-    In North America.
-
-    The laws I have enacted
-    I never will revoke,
-    Although they are neglected,
-    My fury to provoke.
-    I will forbear to flatter,
-    I'll rule the mighty sway,
-    I'll take away the charter
-    From North America.
-
-    O George! you are distracted,
-    You'll by experience find
-    The laws you have enacted
-    Are of the blackest kind.
-    I'll make a short digression,
-    And tell you by the way,
-    We fear not your oppression
-    In North America.
-
-    Our fathers were distress�d
-    While in their native land;
-    By tyrants were oppress�d
-    As we do understand;
-    For freedom and religion
-    They were resolved to stray,
-    And trace the desert regions
-    Of North America.
-
-    Heaven was their sole protector
-    While on the roaring tide,
-    Kind fortune their director,
-    And providence their guide.
-    If I am not mistaken,
-    About the first of May,
-    This voyage was undertaken
-    For North America.
-
-    If rightly I remember,
-    This country to explore,
-    They landed in November
-    On Plymouth's desert shore.
-    The savages were nettled,
-    With fear they fled away,
-    So peaceably they settled
-    In North America.
-
-    We are their bold descendants,
-    For liberty we'll fight,
-    The claim to independence
-    We challenge as our right;
-    'T is what kind Heaven gave us,
-    Who can take it away?
-    O Heaven, sure it will save us
-    In North America.
-
-    We never will knock under,
-    O George! we do not fear
-    The rattling of your thunder,
-    Nor lightning of your spear;
-    Though rebels you declare us,
-    We're strangers to dismay;
-    Therefore you cannot scare us
-    In North America.
-
-    To what you have commanded
-    We never will consent,
-    Although your troops are landed
-    Upon our continent;
-    We'll take our swords and muskets,
-    And march in dread array,
-    And drive the British red-coats
-    From North America.
-
-    We have a bold commander,
-    Who fears not sword or gun,
-    The second Alexander,
-    His name is Washington.
-    His men are all collected,
-    And ready for the fray,
-    To fight they are directed
-    For North America.
-
-    We've Greene, and Gates, and Putnam,
-    To manage in the field,
-    A gallant train of footmen,
-    Who'd rather die than yield;
-    A stately troop of horsemen
-    Trained in a martial way,
-    For to augment our forces
-    In North America.
-
-    Proud George, you are engag�d
-    All in a dirty cause,
-    A cruel war have wag�d
-    Repugnant to all laws.
-    Go tell the savage nations
-    You're crueler than they,
-    To fight your own relations
-    In North America.
-
-    Ten millions you've expended,
-    And twice ten millions more;
-    Our riches you intended
-    Should pay the mighty score.
-    Who now will stand your sponsor,
-    Your charges to defray?
-    For sure you cannot conquer
-    This North America.
-
-    I'll tell you, George, in metre,
-    If you'll attend awhile;
-    We've forced your bold Sir Peter
-    From Sullivan's fair isle.
-    At Monmouth, too, we gain�d
-    The honors of the day--
-    The victory we obtain�d
-    For North America.
-
-    Surely we were your betters
-    Hard by the Brandywine;
-    We laid him fast in fetters
-    Whose name was John Burgoyne;
-    We made your Howe to tremble
-    With terror and dismay;
-    True heroes we resemble,
-    In North America.
-
-    Confusion to the tories,
-    That black infernal name
-    In which Great Britain glories,
-    Forever to her shame;
-    We'll send each foul revolter
-    To smutty Africa,
-    Or noose him in a halter
-    In North America.
-
-    A health to our brave footmen,
-    Who handle sword and gun,
-    To Greene, and Gates, and Putnam,
-    And conquering Washington;
-    Their names be wrote in letters
-    Which never will decay,
-    While sun and moon do glitter
-    On North America.
-
-    Success unto our allies
-    In Holland, France, and Spain,
-    Who man their ships and galleys,
-    Our freedom to maintain;
-    May they subdue the rangers
-    Of proud Britannia,
-    And drive them from their anchors
-    In North America.
-
-    Success unto the Congress
-    Of these United States,
-    Who glory in the conquests
-    Of Washington and Gates;
-    To all, both land and seamen,
-    Who glory in the day
-    When we shall all be freemen
-    In North America.
-
-    Success to legislation,
-    That rules with gentle hand,
-    To trade and navigation
-    By water and by land.
-    May all with one opinion
-    Our wholesome laws obey,
-    Throughout this vast dominion
-    Of North America.
-
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-
-
-THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS.
-
-BY FRANCIS HOPKINSON.
-
-(From "The Miscellaneous Essays and Occasional Writings," 1792.)
-
-
-[This ballad was occasioned by a real incident. Certain machines in
-the form of kegs, charged with gunpowder, were sent down the river to
-annoy the British shipping then at Philadelphia. The danger of these
-machines being discovered, the British manned the wharfs and shipping,
-and discharged their small-arms and cannons at every thing they saw
-floating in the river during the ebb tide.--AUTHOR'S NOTE.]
-
-    Gallants attend and hear a friend
-      Trill forth harmonious ditty,
-    Strange things I'll tell which late befell
-      In Philadelphia city.
-
-    'T was early day, as poets say,
-      Just when the sun was rising,
-    A soldier stood on a log of wood,
-      And saw a thing surprising.
-
-    As in amaze he stood to gaze,
-      The truth can't be denied, sir,
-    He spied a score of kegs or more
-      Come floating down the tide, sir.
-
-    A sailor, too, in jerkin blue,
-      This strange appearance viewing,
-    First damned his eyes, in great surprise,
-      Then said: "Some mischief's brewing.
-
-    "These kegs, I'm told, the rebels hold,
-      Packed up like pickled herring;
-    And they're come down to attack the town,
-      In this new way of ferrying."
-
-    The soldier flew, the sailor too,
-      And scared almost to death, sir,
-    Wore out their shoes, to spread the news,
-      And ran till out of breath, sir.
-
-    Now up and down throughout the town,
-      Most frantic scenes were acted;
-    And some ran here, and others there,
-      Like men almost distracted.
-
-    Some fire cried, which some denied,
-      But said the earth had quak�d;
-    And girls and boys, with hideous noise,
-      Ran through the streets half nak�d.
-
-    Sir William he, snug as a flea,
-      Lay all this time a snoring,
-    Nor dreamed of harm as he lay warm,
-
-           *       *       *       *       *
-
-    Now in a fright, he starts upright,
-      Awaked by such a clatter;
-    He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries:
-      For God's sake, what's the matter?
-
-    At his bedside he then espied,
-      Sir Erskine at command, sir,
-    Upon one foot he had one boot,
-      And th' other in his hand, sir.
-
-    "Arise, arise," Sir Erskine cries,
-      "The rebels--more's the pity,
-    Without a boat are afloat,
-      And ranged before the city.
-
-    "The motley crew, in vessels new,
-      With Satan for their guide, sir,
-    Packed up in bags, or wooden kegs,
-      Come driving down the tide, sir.
-
-    "Therefore prepare for bloody war,
-      These kegs must all be routed
-    Or surely we despised shall be,
-      And British courage doubted."
-
-    The royal band now ready stand
-      All ranged in dread array, sir,
-    With stomach stout to see it out,
-      And make a bloody day, sir.
-
-    The cannons roar from shore to shore,
-      The small arms make a rattle;
-    Since wars began I'm sure no man
-      E'er saw so strange a battle.
-
-    The rebel dales, the rebel vales
-      With rebel trees surrounded,
-    The distant woods, the hills and floods,
-      With rebel echoes sounded.
-
-    The fish below swam to and fro,
-      Attacked from every quarter;
-    Why sure, thought they, the devil's to pay,
-      'Mongst folks above the water.
-
-    The kegs, 't is said, though strongly made,
-      Of rebel staves and hoops, sir,
-    Could not oppose their powerful foes,
-      The conquering British troops, sir.
-
-    From morn to night these men of might
-      Displayed amazing courage;
-    And when the sun was fairly down,
-      Retired to sup their porridge.
-
-    A hundred men with each a pen,
-      Or more upon my word, sir,
-    It is most true would be too few,
-      Their valor to record, sir.
-
-    Such feats did they perform that day,
-      Against these wicked kegs, sir,
-    That years to come, if they get home,
-      They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.
-
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-
-CARMEN BELLICOSUM.
-
-BY GUY HUMPHREY MCMASTER.
-
-
-          In their ragged regimentals
-            Stood the old Continentals,
-                Yielding not,
-          When the grenadiers were lunging,
-          And like hail fell the plunging
-                Cannon shot;
-                When the files
-                Of the isles
-    From the smoky night-encampment bore the banner of the rampant
-                Unicorn,
-    And grummer, grummer, grummer rolled the roll of the drummer,
-                Through the morn!
-
-          Then with eyes to the front all,
-          And with guns horizontal
-                Stood our sires;
-          And the balls whistled deadly,
-          And in streams flashing redly
-                Blazed the fires;
-                As the roar
-                On the shore,
-    Swept the strong battle breakers o'er the green sodded acres
-                Of the plain;
-    And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
-                Cracking amain!
-
-          Now like smiths at their forges
-          Worked the red Saint George's
-                Cannoneers;
-          And the "villainous saltpetre"
-          Rung a fierce, discordant metre
-                Round their ears;
-                As the swift
-                Storm drift,
-    With hot, sweeping anger, came the horse guard's clangor
-                On our flanks.
-    Then higher, higher, higher burned the old-fashioned fire
-                Through the ranks!
-
-          Then the old-fashioned colonel
-          Galloped through the white, infernal
-                Powder cloud;
-          And his broad sword was swinging,
-          And his brazen throat was ringing
-                Trumpet loud.
-                Then the blue
-                Bullets flew
-    And the trooper jackets redden at the touch of the leaden
-                Rifle breath;
-    And rounder, rounder, rounder roared the iron six-pounder
-                Hurling death!
-
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-
-
-THE YANKEE MAN-OF-WAR.
-
-
-[Descriptive of the daring bravery of Captain John Paul Jones, in his
-cruise in the Irish Channel in 1778.]
-
-(From Admiral Luce's "Naval Songs.")
-
-    'Tis of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars,
-    And the whistling wind from the west-nor'-west blew through the pitch-pine spars,--
-    With her starboard tacks a-board, my boys, she hung upon the gale,
-    On an autumn night we raised the light on the old head of Kinsale.
-
-    It was a clear and cloudless night, and the wind blew steady and strong,
-    As gaily over the sparkling deep our good ship bowled along;
-    With the foaming seas beneath her bow the fiery waves she spread,
-    And bending low her bosom of snow, she buried her lee cat-head.
-
-    There was no talk of shortening sail by him who walked the poop,
-    And under the press of her pond'ring jib, the boom bent like a hoop!
-    And the groaning water-ways told the strain that held her stout main-tack,
-    But he only laughed as he glanced aloft at a white and silv'ry track.
-
-    The mid-tide meets in the channel waves that flow from shore to shore,
-    And the mist hung heavy upon the land from Featherstone to Dunmore,
-    And that sterling light in Tusker Rock where the old bell tolls each hour,
-    And the beacon light that shone so bright was quench'd on Waterford Tower.
-
-    The nightly robes our good ship wore were her three topsails set
-    Her spanker and her standing jib--the courses being fast;
-    "Now, lay aloft! my heroes bold, let not a moment pass!"
-    And royals and top-gallant sails were quickly on each mast.
-
-    What looms upon our starboard bow? What hangs upon the breeze?
-    'Tis time our good ship hauled her wind a-breast the old Saltee's,
-    For by her ponderous press of sail and by her consorts four
-    We saw our morning visitor was a British man-of-war.
-
-    Up spake our noble Captain then, as a shot ahead of us past--
-    "Haul snug your flowing courses! lay your topsail to the mast!"
-    Those Englishmen gave three loud hurrahs from the deck of their covered ark,
-    And we answered back by a solid broadside from the decks of our patriot bark.
-
-    "Out booms! out booms!" our skipper cried, "out booms and give her sheet,"
-    And the swiftest keel that was ever launched shot ahead of the British fleet,
-    And a-midst a thundering shower of shot with stun'-sails hoisting away,
-    Down the North Channel Paul Jones did steer just at the break of day.
-
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-
-PAUL JONES' VICTORY]
-
-(Battle between the _Bon Homme Richard_ and the _Serapis_, September
-23, 1779.)
-
-
-    An American Frigate:--a frigate of fame,
-    With guns mounting forty, _The Richard_ by name,
-    Sailed to cruise in the channels of old England,
-    With a valiant commander, Paul Jones was his name.
-    Hurrah! Hurrah! Our country forever, Hurrah!
-
-    We had not cruised long, before he espies
-    A large forty-four, and a twenty likewise;
-    Well manned with bold seamen, well laid in with stores,
-    In consort to drive us from old England's shores.
-    Hurrah! Hurrah! Our country forever, Hurrah!
-
-    About twelve at noon, Pearson came alongside,
-    With a loud speaking trumpet, "Whence came you?" he cried:
-    "Return me an answer--I hailed you before,
-    Or if you do not, a broadside I'll pour." Hurrah!
-
-    Paul Jones then said to his men, every one,
-    "Let every true seaman stand firm to his gun!
-    We'll receive a broadside from this bold Englishman,
-    And like true Yankee sailors, return it again." Hurrah!
-
-    The contest was bloody, both decks ran with gore,
-    And the sea seemed to blaze, while the cannon did roar.
-    "Fight on, my brave boys," then Paul Jones he cried,
-    "And soon we will humble this bold Englishman's pride." Hurrah!
-
-    "Stand firm to your quarters--your duty don't shun,
-    The first one that shrinks, through the body I'll run,
-    Though their force is superior, yet they shall know,
-    What true, brave American seamen can do." Hurrah!
-
-    The battle rolled on, till bold Pearson cried:
-    "Have you yet struck your colors? then come alongside!"
-    But so far from thinking that the battle was won,
-    Brave Paul Jones replied: "I've not yet begun!" Hurrah!
-
-    We fought them eight glasses, eight glasses so hot,
-    Till seventy bold seamen lay dead on the spot.
-    And ninety brave seamen lay stretched in their gore,
-    While the pieces of cannon most fiercely did roar.
-
-    Our gunner, in great fright to Captain Jones came,
-    "We gain water quite fast and our side's in a flame."
-    Then Paul Jones said in the height of his pride:
-    "If we cannot do better, boys, sink alongside!"
-
-    The _Alliance_ bore down, and the _Richard_ did rake,
-    Which caused the bold hearts of our seamen to ache:
-    Our shots flew so hot that they could not stand us long,
-    And the undaunted Union-of-Britain came down.
-
-    To us they did strike and their colors hauled down;
-    The fame of Paul Jones to the world shall be known,
-    His name shall rank with the gallant and brave,
-    Who fought like a hero--our freedom to save.
-
-    Now all valiant seamen where'er you may be,
-    Who hear of this combat that's fought on the sea,
-    May you all do like them, when called to do the same,
-    And your names be enrolled on the pages of fame.
-
-    Your country will boast of her sons that are brave,
-    And to you she will look from all dangers to save,
-    She'll call you dear sons, in her annals you'll shine,
-    And the brows of the brave shall green laurels entwine.
-
-    So now, my brave boys, have we taken a prize--
-    A large 44, and a 20 likewise!
-    Then God bless the mother whose doom is to weep
-    The loss of her sons in the ocean so deep.
-
-  1813.
-
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-
-THE ROYAL ADVENTURER.
-
-BY PHILIP FRENEAU.
-
-
-[In the year 1781, Prince William Henry (afterward William IV.), third
-son of George III., came to New York as a midshipman, accompanied
-by Admiral Digby. The tory authorities of the city overwhelmed the
-boy--he was just sixteen years old--with adulation, recording it as
-their conviction that his gracious presence in the country would shame
-the patriots out of their rebellion and win them to submission and
-loyalty.--EDITOR.]
-
-    Prince William, of the Brunswick race,
-    To witness George's sad disgrace
-      The royal lad came over,
-    Rebels to kill, by right divine--
-    Derived from that industrious line,
-      The beggars of Hanover.
-
-    So many chiefs got broken pates
-    In vanquishing the rebel states,
-      So many nobles fell,
-    That George the Third in passion cried:
-    "Our royal blood must now be tried;
-      'Tis that must break the spell;
-
-    "To you [the fat pot-valiant swain
-    To Digby said], dear friend of mine,
-      To you I trust my boy;
-    The rebel tribes shall quake with fears,
-    Rebellion die when he appears,
-      My tories leap with joy."
-
-    So said, so done--the lad was sent,
-    But never reached the continent,
-      An island held him fast--
-    Yet there his friends danced rigadoons,
-    The Hessians sung in high Dutch tunes,
-      "Prince William's come at last!"
-
-    "Prince William's come!"--the Briton cried--
-    "Our labors now will be repaid--
-      Dominion be restored--
-    Our monarch is in William seen,
-    He is the image of our queen,
-      Let William be adored!"
-
-    The tories came with long address,
-    With poems groaned the royal press,
-      And all in William's praise--
-    The youth, astonished, looked about
-    To find their vast dominions out,
-      Then answered in amaze:
-
-    "Where all your vast domain can be,
-    Friends, for my soul I cannot see;
-      'Tis but an empty name;
-    Three wasted islands and a town
-    In rubbish buried--half burnt down,
-      Is all that we can claim;
-
-    "I am of royal birth, 'tis true,
-    But what, my sons, can princes do,
-      No armies to command?
-    Cornwallis conquered and distrest--
-    Sir Henry Clinton grown a jest--
-      I curse--and quit the land."
-
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-
-EUTAW SPRINGS.
-
-  TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS, UNDER GENERAL GREENE, IN
-      SOUTH CAROLINA, WHO FELL IN THE ACTION OF SEPTEMBER 8, 1781, AT
-      EUTAW SPRINGS.
-
-BY PHILIP FRENEAU.
-
-
-    At Eutaw Springs the valiant died:
-      Their limbs with dust are covered o'er--
-    Weep on, ye springs, your tearful tide;
-      How many heroes are no more!
-
-    If in this wreck of ruin they
-      Can yet be thought to claim a tear,
-    O smite thy gentle breast, and say
-      The friends of freedom slumber here!
-
-    Thou who shalt trace this bloody plain,
-      If goodness rules thy generous breast,
-    Sigh for the wasted, rural reign;
-      Sigh for the shepherds, sunk to rest!
-
-    Stranger, their humble graves adorn;
-      You too may fall and ask a tear;
-    'Tis not the beauty of the morn
-      That proves the evening shall be clear--
-
-    They saw their injured country's woe;
-      The flaming town, the wasted field;
-    Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
-      They took the spear,--but left the shield.
-
-    Led by thy conquering genius, Greene,
-      The Britons they compelled to fly;
-    None distant viewed the fatal plain,
-      None grieved, in such a cause to die--
-
-    But, like the Parthian, famed of old,
-      Who, flying still their arrows threw;
-    These routed Britons, full as bold,
-      Retreated, and retreating slew.
-
-    Now rest in peace, our patriot band;
-      Though far from Nature's limits thrown,
-    We trust they find a happier land,
-      A brighter sunshine of their own.
-
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-
-AN ANCIENT PROPHECY.
-
-BY PHILIP FRENEAU.
-
-(Written soon after the surrender of Cornwallis.)
-
-
-    When a certain great King, whose initial is G.,
-    Forces stamps upon paper and folks to drink tea;
-    When these folks burn his tea and stampt-paper, like stubble,
-    You may guess that this King is then coming to trouble.
-
-    But when a Petition he treads under feet,
-    And sends over the ocean an army and fleet,
-    When that army, half famished, and frantic with rage,
-    Is cooped up with a leader whose name rhymes to _cage_;
-    When that leader goes home, dejected and sad;
-    You may then be assur'd the King's prospects are bad.
-
-    But when B. and C. with their armies are taken
-    This King will do well if he saves his own bacon:
-    In the year Seventeen hundred and eighty and two
-    A stroke he shall get, that will make him look blue;
-    And soon, very soon, shall the season arrive,
-    When Nebuchadnezzar to pasture shall drive.
-
-    In the year eighty-three, the affair will be over
-    And he shall eat turnips that grow in Hanover;
-    The face of the Lion will then become pale,
-    He shall yield fifteen teeth and be sheared of his tail--
-    O King, my dear King, you shall be very sore,
-    From the _Stars_ and the _Stripes_ you will mercy implore,
-    And your Lion shall growl, but hardly bite more.--
-
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-
-
-THE DANCE.
-
-(Published soon after the surrender of Cornwallis.)
-
-
-    Cornwallis led a country dance,
-      The like was never seen, sir,
-    Much retrograde and much advance,
-      And all with General Greene, sir.
-
-    They rambled up and rambled down,
-      Joined hands, then off they run, sir,
-    Our General Greene to Charlestown,
-      The earl to Wilmington, sir.
-
-    Greene in the South then danced a set,
-      And got a mighty name, sir,
-    Cornwallis jigged with young Fayette,
-      But suffered in his fame, sir.
-
-    Then down he figured to the shore,
-      Most like a lordly dancer,
-    And on his courtly honor swore
-      He would no more advance, sir.
-
-    Quoth he, my guards are weary grown
-      With footing country dances,
-    They never at St. James's shone,
-      At capers, kicks or prances.
-
-    Though men so gallant ne'er were seen,
-      While sauntering on parade, sir,
-    Or wriggling o'er the park's smooth green,
-      Or at a masquerade, sir.
-
-    Yet are red heels and long-laced skirts,
-      For stumps and briars meet, sir?
-    Or stand they chance with hunting-shirts,
-      Or hardy veteran feet, sir?
-
-    Now housed in York, he challenged all,
-      At minuet or all 'amande,
-    And lessons for a courtly ball
-      His guards by day and night conned.
-
-    This challenge known, full soon there came,
-      A set who had the bon ton,
-    De Grasse and Rochambeau, whose fame
-      Fut brillant pour un long tems.
-
-    And Washington, Columbia's son,
-      Whom easy nature taught, sir,
-    That grace which can't by pains be won,
-      Or Plutus's gold be bought, sir.
-
-    Now hand in hand they circle round
-      This ever-dancing peer, sir;
-    Their gentle movements soon confound
-      The earl as they draw near, sir.
-
-    His music soon forgets to play--
-      His feet can move no more,[1] sir,
-    And all his bands now curse the day
-      They jigg�d to our shore, sir.
-
-    Now Tories all, what can ye say?
-      Come--is not this a griper,
-    That while your hopes are danced away,
-      'Tis you must pay the piper?
-
-  1781.
-
-  [1] In all the versions of this poem examined by the editor this
-  line reads "His feet can no more move, sir"; but the reading is
-  so clearly wrong that it seems proper to amend it so that the
-  obviously intended rhyme between "more, sir" and "shore, sir"
-  shall appear. There is the greater justification for the taking of
-  this liberty of correction because the poem originally appeared in
-  carelessly edited contemporary prints.--EDITOR.
-
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-SONG OF MARION'S MEN.
-
-BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
-
-
-[A very interesting bit of literary history attaches to this poem. The
-piece appeared in Mr. Bryant's first collected volume of poems about
-1831. Mr. Bryant sent the volume, with a letter, to Washington Irving,
-then in London, with whom he had no personal acquaintance, and invoked
-his good offices in inducing Murray to bring out an English edition of
-the work. The time being peculiarly unpropitious, Murray declined to
-undertake the venture, but Irving found another publisher, and himself
-introduced the volume in the most favorable manner, with a dedicatory
-letter of his own. While passing the book through the press the
-publisher observed in this poem the lines:
-
-    "The British soldier trembles
-    When Marion's name is told,"
-
-and assured Irving that he could not offer a work containing such
-a statement to a British public. It was impossible to consult the
-author, three thousand miles away, and Irving ventured to change the
-objectionable passage so that it should read:
-
-    "The foeman trembles in his camp
-    When Marion's name is told."
-
-There is no reason to believe that Mr. Bryant ever resented the liberty
-or regarded it otherwise than as an act of friendly intervention;
-but some years later William Leggett, who had long been Mr. Bryant's
-editorial associate in the office of the _Evening Post_, but had
-severed his connection with that paper, made a virulent assault upon
-Irving in the _Plaindealer_ on account of the change he had made, even
-going so far as to intimate that both that and his dealings with one
-of his own works were dictated by mean sycophancy and cowardice on
-Irving's part.--EDITOR.]
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-                         SONG OF MARION'S MEN.
-
-    Our band is few, but true and tried,
-      Our leader frank and bold;
-    The British soldier trembles
-      When Marion's name is told.
-    Our fortress is the good greenwood,
-      Our tent the cypress tree;
-    We know the forest round us;
-      As seamen know the sea;
-    We know its walls of thorny vines,
-      Its glades of reedy grass,
-    Its safe and silent islands
-      Within the dark morass.
-
-    Woe to the English soldiery
-      That little dread us near!
-    On them shall light at midnight
-      A strange and sudden fear;
-    When, waking to their tents on fire,
-      They grasp their arms in vain,
-    And they who stand to face us
-      Are beat to earth again;
-    And they who fly in terror deem
-      A mighty host behind,
-    And hear the tramp of thousands
-      Upon the hollow wind.
-
-    Then sweet the hour that brings release
-      From danger and from toil;
-    We talk the battle over,
-      And share the battle's spoil.
-    The woodland rings with laugh and shout,
-      As if a hunt were up,
-    And woodland flowers are gathered
-      To crown the soldier's cup.
-    With merry songs we mock the wind
-      That in the pine-top grieves,
-    And slumber long and sweetly
-      On beds of oaken leaves.
-
-    Well knows the fair and friendly moon
-      The band that Marion leads,--
-    The glitter of their rifles,
-      The scampering of their steeds.
-    'Tis life to guide the fiery barb
-      Across the moonlight plain;
-    'Tis life to feel the night wind
-      That lifts his tossing mane.
-    A moment in the British camp--
-      A moment--and away
-    Back to the pathless forest,
-      Before the peep of day.
-
-    Grave men there are by broad Santee,
-      Grave men with hoary hairs;
-    Their hearts are all with Marion,
-      For Marion are their prayers.
-    And lovely ladies greet our band
-      With kindliest welcoming,
-    With smiles like those of summer,
-      And tears like those of spring.
-    For them we wear these trusty arms,
-      And lay them down no more
-    Till we have driven the Briton
-      Forever from our shore.
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-HAIL COLUMBIA.
-
-BY JOSEPH HOPKINSON.
-
-(First sung at the Chestnut Street Theatre, Philadelphia, in 1798.)
-
-
-[This song was inspired by the troubles with France, which threatened
-but did not actually result in open war. For convenience it is classed
-with the ballads and lyrics of the Revolution, to the actors in which
-its references point, though, strictly speaking, it belongs to none of
-the groups into which this collection is divided.--EDITOR.]
-
-    Hail! Columbia, happy land!
-    Hail! ye heroes, heav'n-born band,
-    Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
-    Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,
-    And when the storm of war was gone,
-    Enjoyed the peace your valor won;
-    Let independence be your boast,
-    Ever mindful what it cost,
-    Ever grateful for the prize,
-    Let its altar reach the skies.
-
-    _Chorus._
-
-      Firm, united let us be,
-      Rallying round our liberty,
-      As a band of brothers joined,
-      Peace and safety we shall find.
-
-    Immortal patriots, rise once more!
-    Defend your rights, defend your shore;
-    Let no rude foe with impious hand,
-    Let no rude foe with impious hand
-    Invade the shrine where sacred lies
-    Of toil and blood the well-earned prize;
-    While offering peace, sincere and just,
-    In heav'n we place a manly trust,
-    That truth and justice may prevail,
-    And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail.--_Chorus._
-
-    Sound, sound the trump of fame!
-    Let Washington's great name
-    Ring thro' the world with loud applause!
-    Ring thro' the world with loud applause!
-    Let ev'ry clime to freedom dear
-    Listen with a joyful ear;
-    With equal skill, with steady pow'r,
-    He governs in the fearful hour
-    Of horrid war, or guides with ease
-    The happier time of honest peace.--_Chorus._
-
-    Behold the chief, who now commands,
-    Once more to serve his country stands,
-    The rock on which the storm will beat!
-    The rock on which the storm will beat!
-    But armed in virtue, firm and true,
-    His hopes are fixed on heav'n and you.
-    When hope was sinking in dismay,
-    When gloom obscured Columbia's day,
-    His steady mind, from changes free,
-    Resolved on death or liberty.--_Chorus._
-
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-
-THE WAR OF 1812-15]
-
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-
-_TRUXTON'S VICTORY_]
-
-(Action between the _Constellation_ and the _Insurgente_, 9 Feb., 1799.)
-
-
-[This song and the one that follows it relate to a naval conflict of
-1799, during the troubles which for a time threatened war between
-France and the United States. As the second of the two songs was
-written in 1813, and both were much sung at that period, it has been
-thought best to present both of them where one properly belongs,
-namely, among the poems of the last war with Great Britain.--EDITOR.]
-
-    When Freedom, fair Freedom, her banner display'd,
-    Defying each foe whom her rights would invade,
-    Columbia's brave sons swore those rights to maintain,
-    And o'er ocean and earth to establish her reign;
-                United they cry,
-                While that standard shall fly,
-                Resolved, firm, and steady,
-                We always are ready
-    To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.
-
-    Tho' Gallia through Europe has rushed like a flood,
-    And deluged the earth with an ocean of blood:
-    While by faction she's led, while she's governed by knaves,
-    We court not her smiles, and will ne'er be her slaves;
-                Her threats we defy,
-                While our standard shall fly,
-                Resolved, firm, and steady,
-                We always are ready
-    To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.
-
-    Tho' France with caprice dares our Statesmen upbraid,
-    A tribute demands, or sets bounds to our trade;
-    From our young rising Navy our thunders shall roar,
-    And our Commerce extend to the earth's utmost shore.
-                Our cannon we'll ply,
-                While our standard shall fly;
-                Resolved, firm, and steady,
-                We always are ready
-    To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.
-
-    To know we're resolved, let them think on the hour,
-    When Truxton, brave Truxton off Nevis's shore,
-    His ship mann'd for battle, the standard unfurl'd,
-    And at the _Insurgente_ defiance he hurled;
-                And his valiant tars cry,
-                While our standard shall fly,
-                Resolved, firm, and steady,
-                We always are ready
-    To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.
-
-    Each heart beat exulting, inspir'd by the cause;
-    They fought for their country, their freedom and laws;
-    From their cannon loud volleys of vengeance they pour'd,
-    And the standard of France to Columbia was lower'd.
-                Huzza! they now cry,
-                Let the Eagle wave high;
-                Resolved, firm, and steady,
-                We always are ready
-    To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.
-
-    Then raise high the strain, pay the tribute that's due
-    To the fair _Constellation_, and all her brave Crew;
-    Be Truxton revered, and his name be enrolled,
-    'Mongst the chiefs of the ocean, the heroes of old.
-                Each invader defy,
-                While such heroes are nigh,
-                Who always are ready,
-                Resolved, firm, and steady
-    To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.
-
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-
-THE "CONSTELLATION" AND THE "INSURGENTE."
-
-(Action of 9 February, 1799.)
-
-
-    Come all ye Yankee sailors, with swords and pikes advance,
-    'Tis time to try your courage and humble haughty France,
-        The sons of France our seas invade,
-        Destroy our commerce and our trade,
-        'Tis time the reckoning should be paid!
-              To brave Yankee boys.
-
-    On board the _Constellation_, from Baltimore we came,
-    We had a bold commander and Truxton was his name!
-        Our ship she mounted forty guns,
-        And on the main so swiftly runs,
-        To prove to France Columbia's sons
-              Are brave Yankee boys.
-
-    We sailed to the West Indies in order to annoy
-    The invaders of our commerce, to burn, sink, and destroy;
-        Our _Constellation_ shone so bright,
-        The Frenchmen could not bear the sight,
-        And away they scamper'd in affright,
-              From the brave Yankee boys.
-
-    'Twas on the 9th of February, at Montserrat we lay,
-    And there we spy'd the _Insurgente_ just at the break of day,
-        We raised the orange and the blue,
-        To see if they our signals knew,
-        The _Constellation_ and her crew
-              Of brave Yankee boys.
-
-    Then all hands were called to quarters, while we pursued in chase,
-    With well prim'd guns, our tompions out, well spliced the main brace.
-        Soon to the French we did draw nigh,
-        Compelled to fight, they were, or fly,
-        The word was passed, "CONQUER OR DIE,"
-              My brave Yankee boys.
-
-    Lord! our Cannons thunder'd with peals tremendous roar,
-    And death upon our bullets' wings that drenched their decks with gore,
-        The blood did from their scuppers run,
-        Their chief exclaimed, "We are undone!"
-        Their flag they struck, the battle won,
-              By the brave Yankee boys.
-
-    Then to St. Kitts we steered, we bro't her safe in port,
-    The grand salute was fired and answered from the fort,
-        John Adams in full bumpers toast,
-        George Washington, Columbia's boast,
-        And now "the girl we love the most!"
-              My brave Yankee boys.
-
-  1813.
-
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-
-THE WASP'S FROLIC.
-
-(Action of 18 October, 1812.)
-
-
-[From "Naval Songster," 1815.]
-
-    'Twas on board the sloop-of-war _Wasp_ boys,
-        We set sail from Delaware Bay,
-    To cruise on Columbia's fair coast, sirs,
-        Our rights to maintain on the sea.
-
-    Three days were not passed on our station,
-        When the _Frolic_ came up to our view;
-    Says Jones, "Show the flag of our nation";
-        Three cheers were then gave by our crew.
-
-    We boldly bore up to this Briton,
-        Whose cannon began for to roar;
-    The _Wasp_ soon her stings from her side ran,
-        When we on them a broadside did pour.
-
-    Each sailor stood firm at his quarters,
-        'Twas minutes past forty and three,
-    When fifty bold Britons were slaughter'd,
-        Whilst our guns swept their masts in the sea.
-
-    Their breasts then with valor still glowing,
-        Acknowledged the battle we'd won,
-    On us then bright laurels bestowing,
-        When to leeward they fired a gun.
-
-    On their decks we the twenty guns counted,
-        With a crew for to answer the same;
-    Eighteen was the number we mounted,
-        Being served by the lads of true game.
-
-    With the _Frolic_ in tow, we were standing,
-        All in for Columbia's fair shore;
-    But fate on our laurels was frowning,
-        We were taken by a seventy-four.
-
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-"CONSTITUTION" AND "GUERRI�RE."
-
-(Action of 19 August, 1812.)
-
-
-            It oft times has been told,
-            That the British seamen bold,
-    Could flog the tars of France so neat and handy, oh!
-            But they never found their match,
-            Till the Yankees did them catch,
-    Oh, the Yankee boys for fighting are the dandy, oh!
-
-            The _Guerri�re_ a frigate bold,
-            On the foaming ocean rolled,
-    Commanded by proud Dacres, the grandee, oh!
-            With as choice a British crew,
-            As a rammer ever drew,
-    Could flog the Frenchmen two to one so handy, oh!
-
-            When this frigate hove in view,
-            Says proud Dacres to his crew,
-    "Come clear ship for action and be handy, oh!
-            To the weather gage, boys, get her,"
-            And to make his men fight better,
-    Gave them to drink gun-powder mixed with brandy, oh!
-
-            Then Dacres loudly cries,
-            "Make this Yankee ship your prize,
-    You can in thirty minutes, neat and handy, oh!
-            Twenty-five's enough I'm sure,
-            And if you'll do it in a score,
-    I'll treat you to a double share of brandy, oh!"
-
-            The British shot flew hot,
-            Which the Yankees answered not,
-    Till they got within the distance they called handy, oh!
-            "Now," says Hull unto his crew,
-            "Boys, let's see what we can do,
-    If we take this boasting Briton we're the dandy, oh!"
-
-            The first broadside we pour'd
-            Carried her mainmast by the board,
-    Which made this loftly frigate look abandon'd, oh!
-            Then Dacres shook his head,
-            And to his officers said,
-    "Lord! I didn't think those Yankees were so handy, oh!"
-
-            Our second told so well
-            That their fore and mizzen fell,
-    Which dous'd the Royal ensign neat and handy, oh!
-            "By George!" says he, "we're done,"
-            And they fired a lee gun,
-    While the Yankees struck up Yankee Doodle Dandy, oh!
-
-            Then Dacres came on board,
-            To deliver up his sword,
-    Tho' loth was he to part with it, it was so handy, oh!
-            "Oh keep your sword," says Hull,
-            "For it only makes you dull,
-    "Cheer up and take a little drink of brandy, oh!"
-
-            Now, fill your glasses full,
-            And we'll drink to Captain Hull,
-    And so merrily we'll push about the brandy, oh!
-            John Bull may toast his fill,
-            But let the world say what they will,
-    The Yankee boys for fighting are the dandy, oh!
-
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-
-THE "UNITED STATES" AND "MACEDONIAN."
-
-(Action 25 of October, 1812.)
-
-
-    How glows each patriot bosom that boasts a Yankee heart,
-    To emulate such glorious deeds and nobly take a part;
-        When sailors with their thund'ring guns,
-        Prove to the English, French, and Danes
-        That Neptune's chosen fav'rite sons
-            Are brave Yankees boys.
-
-    The twenty-fifth of October, that glorious happy day,
-    When we beyond all precedent, from Britons bore the sway,--
-        'Twas in the ship _United States_,
-        Four and forty guns the rates,
-        That she should rule, decreed the Fates,
-            And brave Yankee boys.
-
-    Decatur and his hardy tars were cruising on the deep,
-    When off the Western Islands they to and fro did sweep,
-        The _Macedonian_ they espied,
-        "Huzza! bravo!" Decatur cried,
-        "We'll humble Britain's boasted pride,
-            My brave Yankee boys."
-
-    The decks were cleared, the hammocks stowed, the boatswain pipes all hands,
-    The tompions out, the guns well sponged, the Captain now commands;
-        The boys who for their country fight,
-        Their words, "Free Trade and Sailor's Rights!"
-        Three times they cheered with all their might,
-            Those brave Yankee boys.
-
-    Now chain-shot, grape, and langrage pierce through her oaken sides,
-    And many a gallant sailor's blood runs purpling in the tides;
-        While death flew nimbly o'er their decks,
-        Some lost their legs, and some their necks,
-        And Glory's wreath our ship be-decks,
-            For brave Yankee boys.
-
-    My boys, the proud St. George's Cross, the stripes above it wave,
-    And busy are our gen'rous tars, the conquered foe to save,
-        Our Captain cries "Give me your hand,"
-        Then of the ship who took command
-            But brave Yankee boys?
-
-    Our enemy lost her mizzen, her main and fore-top-mast,
-    For ev'ry shot with death was winged, which slew her men so fast,
-        That they lost five to one in killed,
-        And ten to one their blood was spilled,
-        So Fate decreed and Heaven had willed,
-            For brave Yankee boys.
-
-    Then homeward steered the captive ship, now safe in port she lies,
-    The old and young with rapture viewed our sailors' noble prize;
-        Through seas of wine their health we'll drink,
-        And wish them sweet-hearts, friends, and chink,
-        Who 'fore they'd strike, will nobly sink
-            Our brave Yankee boys.
-
-  1813.
-
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-THE "UNITED STATES" AND "MACEDONIAN."
-
-(Action of 25 October, 1812.)
-
-
-    The banner of Freedom high floated unfurled,
-    While the silver-tipt surges in low homage curled,
-    Flashing bright round the bow of Decatur's brave bark,
-    In contest, an "eagle"--in chasing a "lark."
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    All canvas expanded to woo the coy gale,
-    The ship cleared for action, in chase of a sail;
-    The foemen in view, every bosom beats high,
-    All eager for conquest, or ready to die.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly.
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    Now havoc stands ready, with optics of flame,
-    And battle-hounds "strain on the start" for the game;
-    The blood demons rise on the surge for their prey,
-    While Pity, rejected, awaits the dread fray.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    The gay floating streamers of Britain appear,
-    Waving light on the breeze as the stranger we near;
-    And now could the quick-sighted Yankee discern
-    "_Macedonian_," emblazoned at large on her stern.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    She waited our approach, and the contest began,
-    But to waste ammunition is no Yankee plan;
-    In awful suspense every match was withheld,
-    While the bull-dogs of Britain incessantly yelled.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    Unawed by her thunders, alongside we came,
-    While the foe seemed enwrapped in a mantle of flame;
-    When, prompt to the word, such a flood we return,
-    That Neptune aghast, thought his trident would burn.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    Now the lightning of battle gleams horridly red,
-    With a tempest of iron and hail-storm of lead;
-    And our fire on the foe we so copiously poured,
-    His mizzen and topmasts soon went by the board.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    So fierce and so bright did our flashes aspire,
-    They thought that their cannon had set us on fire,
-    "The Yankee's in flames!"--every British tar hears,
-    And hails the false omen with three hearty cheers.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    In seventeen minutes they found their mistake,
-    And were glad to surrender and fall in our wake;
-    Her decks were with carnage and blood deluged o'er,
-    Where welt'ring in blood lay an hundred and four.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    But though she was made so completely a wreck,
-    With blood they had scarcely encrimsoned our deck;
-    Only five valiant Yankees in the contest were slain,
-    And our ship in five minutes was fitted again.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    Let Britain no longer lay claim to the seas,
-    For the trident of Neptune is ours, if we please,
-    While Hull and Decatur and Jones are our boast,
-    We dare their whole navy to come on our coast.
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Will ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-    Rise, tars of Columbia!--and share in the fame,
-    Which gilds Hull's, Decatur's and Jones's bright name;
-    Fill a bumper, and drink, "Here's success to the cause,
-    But Decatur supremely deserves our applause."
-                The bold _United States_,
-                Which four-and-forty rates,
-    Shall ne'er be known to yield--be known to yield or fly,
-    Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."
-
-  1813.
-
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-PERRY'S VICTORY.
-
-(Battle of Lake Erie, 10 September, 1813.)
-
-
-[This ballad, clumsy as it is in construction, was very popular in its
-day, mainly, perhaps, because of the peculiarly dramatic character of
-the action it was written to celebrate.--EDITOR.]
-
-    We sailed to and fro in Erie's broad lake,
-    To find British bullies or get into their wake,
-    When we hoisted our canvas with true Yankee speed,
-    And the brave Captain Perry our squadron did lead.
-
-    We sailed thro' the lake, boys, in search of the foe,
-    In the cause of Columbia our brav'ry to show,
-    To be equal in combat was all our delight,
-    As we wished the proud Britons to know we could fight.
-
-    And whether like Yeo, boys, they'd taken affright,
-    We could see not, nor find them by day or by night;
-    So cruising we went in a glorious cause,
-    In defence of our rights, our freedom, and laws.
-
-    At length to our liking six sails hove in view,
-    Huzzah! says brave Perry, huzzah! says his crew,
-    And then for the chase, boys, with our brave little crew,
-    We fell in with the bullies and gave them "burgoo."
-
-    Though the force was unequal, determined to fight,
-    We brought them to action before it was night;
-    We let loose our thunder, our bullets did fly,
-    "Now give them your shot, boys," our commander did cry.
-
-    We gave them a broadside, our cannon to try,
-    "Well done," says brave Perry, "for quarter they'll cry,
-    Shot well home, my brave boys, they shortly shall see,
-    That quite brave as they are, still braver are we."
-
-    Then we drew up our squadron, each man full of fight,
-    And put the proud Britons in a terrible plight,
-    The brave Perry's movements will prove fully as bold,
-    As the fam'd Admiral Nelson's prowess of old.
-
-    The conflict was sharp, boys, each man to his guns,
-    For our country, her glory, the vict'ry was won,
-    So six sail (the whole fleet) was our fortune to take,
-    Here's a health to brave Perry, who governs the Lake.
-
-  1813.
-
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-
-YANKEE THUNDERS.
-
-
-    Britannia's gallant streamers,
-      Float proudly o'er the tide,
-    And fairly wave Columbia's stripes,
-      In battle side by side.
-    And ne'er did bolder seamen meet,
-      Where ocean's surges pour;
-    O'er the tide now they ride,
-      While the bell'wing thunders roar,
-    While the cannon's fire is flashing fast,
-      And the bell'wing thunders roar.
-
-    When Yankee meets the Briton,
-      Whose blood congenial flows,
-    By Heav'n created to be friends,
-      By fortune rendered foes;
-    Hard then must be the battle fray,
-      Ere well the fight is o'er;
-    Now they ride, side by side,
-      While the bell'wing thunders roar,
-    While her cannon's fire is flashing fast,
-      And the bell'wing thunders roar.
-
-    Still, still, for noble England
-      Bold D'Acres' streamers fly;
-    And for Columbia, gallant Hull's
-      As proudly and as high;
-    Now louder rings the battle din,
-      And thick the volumes pour;
-    Still they ride, side by side,
-      While the bell'wing thunders roar,
-    While the cannon's fire is flashing fast,
-      And the bell'wing thunders roar.
-
-    Why lulls Britannia's thunder,
-      That waked the wat'ry war?
-    Why stays the gallant _Guerri�re_,
-      Whose streamers waved so fair?
-    That streamer drinks the ocean wave,
-      That warrior's fight is o'er!
-    Still they ride, side by side,
-      While the bell'wing thunders roar,
-    While the cannon's fire is flashing fast,
-      And the bell'wing thunders roar.
-
-    Hark! 'tis the Briton's lee gun!
-      Ne'er bolder warrior kneeled!
-    And ne'er to gallant mariners
-      Did braver seamen yield.
-    Proud be the sires, whose hardy boys
-      Then fell to fight no more:
-    With the brave, mid the wave;
-      When the cannon's thunders roar,
-    Their spirits then shall trim the blast,
-      And swell the thunder's roar.
-
-    Vain were the cheers of Britons,
-      Their hearts did vainly swell,
-    Where virtue, skill, and bravery
-      With gallant Morris fell.
-    That heart so well in battle tried,
-      Along the Moorish shore,
-    And again o'er the main,
-      When Columbia's thunders roar,
-    Shall prove its Yankee spirit true,
-      When Columbia's thunder's roar.
-
-    Hence be our floating bulwark
-      Those oaks our mountains yield;
-    'Tis mighty Heaven's plain decree--
-      Then take the wat'ry field!
-    To ocean's farthest barrier then
-      Your whit'ning sail shall pour;
-    Safe they'll ride o'er the tide,
-      While Columbia's thunders roar,
-    While her cannon's fire is flashing fast,
-      And her Yankee thunders roar.
-
-  1813.
-
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-YE PARLIAMENT OF ENGLAND.
-
-
-[This rudely constructed song--evidently composed in the forecastle,
-where poets are not exigent in the matter of rhymes, is included in
-this collection, notwithstanding its imperfections, because of the hold
-it took upon the minds of patriotic people. It was still a favorite
-song in many parts of the country as late as 1859, and it is valuable
-as a reflection of the spirit in which the War of 1812-14 was regarded
-by those who fought it.--EDITOR.]
-
-    Ye parliament of England,
-      You lords and commons, too,
-    Consider well what you're about,
-      And what you're going to do;
-    You're now to fight with Yankees,
-      I'm sure you'll rue the day,
-    You roused the sons of liberty,
-      In North America.
-
-    You first confined our commerce,
-      And said our ships shant trade,
-    You next impressed our seamen,
-      And used them as your slaves;
-    You then insulted Rogers,
-      While ploughing o'er the main,
-    And had not we declar�d war,
-      You'd have done it o'er again.
-
-    You thought our frigates were but few,
-      And Yankees could not fight,
-    Until brave Hull your _Guerri�re_ took
-      And banished her from your sight.
-    The _Wasp_ then took your _Frolic_,
-      We'll nothing say to that,
-    The _Poictiers_ being of the line,
-      Of course she took her back.
-
-    The next, your _Macedonian_,
-      No finer ship could swim,
-    Decatur took her gilt-work off,
-      And then he sent her in.
-    The _Java_, by a Yankee ship
-      Was sunk, you all must know;
-    The _Peacock_ fine, in all her plume,
-      By Lawrence down did go.
-
-    Then next you sent your _Boxer_,
-      To box us all about,
-    But we had an _Enterprising_ brig
-      That beat your _Boxer_ out;
-    We boxed her up to Portland,
-      And moored her off the town,
-    To show the sons of liberty
-      The _Boxer_ of renown.
-
-    The next upon Lake Erie,
-      Where Perry had some fun,
-    You own he beat your naval force,
-      And caused them for to run;
-    This was to you a sore defeat,
-      The like ne'er known before--
-    Your British squadron beat complete--
-      Some took, some run ashore.
-
-    There's Rogers in the _President_,
-      Will burn, sink, and destroy;
-    The _Congress_, on the Brazil coast,
-      Your commerce will annoy;
-    The _Essex_, in the South Seas,
-      Will put out all your lights,
-    The flag she waves at her mast-head--
-      "Free Trade and Sailor's Rights."
-
-    Lament, ye sons of Britain,
-      Far distant is the day,
-    When you'll regain by British force
-      What you've lost in America;
-    Go tell your king and parliament,
-      By all the world 'tis known,
-    That British force, by sea and land,
-      By Yankees is o'erthrown.
-
-    Use every endeavor,
-      And strive to make a peace,
-    For Yankee ships are building fast,
-      Their navy to increase;
-    They will enforce their commerce,
-      The laws by heaven are made,
-    That Yankee ships in time of peace,
-      To any port may trade.
-
-  1813.
-
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-COMRADES! JOIN THE FLAG OF GLORY.
-
-
-    Comrades! join the flag of glory,
-      Cheerily tread the deck of fame,
-    Earn a place in future story,
-      Seek and win a warrior's name.
-
-    Yankee tars can laugh at dangers,
-      While the roaring mountain wave
-    Teems with carnage--they are strangers
-      To a deed that is not brave.
-
-    May our bannered stars as ever
-      Splendidly o'er freemen burn,
-    Till the night of war is over,
-      Till the dawn of peace return.
-
-  1813.
-
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-
-
-OUR NAVY.
-
-
-               On wings of glory, swift as light,
-                 The sound of battle came,
-               The gallant Hull in glorious fight
-                 Has won the wreaths of fame.
-
-    _Chorus._--Let brave Columbia's noble band
-                 With hearts united rise,
-               Swear to protect their native land
-                 Till sacred freedom dies.
-
-               Let brave Decatur's dauntless breast
-                 With patriot ardor glow,
-               And in the garb of vict'ry drest
-                 Triumphant blast the foe.
-    _Chorus._--Let brave, etc.
-
-               And Rogers with his gallant crew
-                 O'er the wide ocean ride,
-               To prove their loyal spirits true,
-                 And crush old Albion's pride.
-    _Chorus._--Let brave, etc.
-
-               Then hail another Guerri�re there,
-                 With roaring broadsides hail;
-               And while the thunder rends the air
-                 See Briton's sons turn pale.
-    _Chorus._--Let brave, etc.
-
-               "The day is ours, my boys, huzza!"
-                 The great commander cries,
-               While all responsive roar huzza!
-                 With pleasure-sparkling eyes.
-    _Chorus._--Let brave, etc.
-
-               Thus shall Columbia's fame be spread,
-                 Her heaven-born eagle soar;
-               Her deeds of glory shall be read
-                 When tyrants are no more.
-    _Chorus._--Let brave, etc.
-
-  1813.
-
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-THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.
-
-BY FRANCIS SCOTT KEY.
-
-
-[Written during the bombardment of Fort McHenry, below Baltimore, by
-the British fleet, 1814, the author being at the time forcibly detained
-on board one of the British ships.--EDITOR.]
-
-    O Say, can you see by the dawn's early light,
-      What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
-    Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
-      On the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming;
-    And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
-    Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
-      O say, does the star-spangled banner yet wave
-      O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
-
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-    On the shore dimly seen, through the mists of the deep,
-      Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
-    What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
-      As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
-    Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
-    In full glory reflected now shines on the stream.
-      'Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave
-      O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
-
-    And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
-      That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
-    A home and a country shall leave us no more?
-      Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
-    No refuge could save the hireling and slave,
-    From the terror of death and the gloom of the grave.
-      And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
-      O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
-
-    O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
-      Between their loved homes and the war's desolation;
-    Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heaven-rescued land,
-      Praise the power that has made and preserved us a nation.
-    Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just.
-    And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
-      And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
-      O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
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-SEA AND LAND VICTORIES.
-
-(From "The Naval Songster," 1815.)
-
-
-    With half the Western world at stake,
-    See Perry on the midland lake,
-            The unequal combat dare;
-    Unawed by vastly stronger pow'rs,
-    He met the foe and made him ours,
-            And closed the savage war.
-
-    Macdonough, too, on Lake Champlain,
-    In ships outnumbered, guns, and men,
-            Saw dangers thick increase;
-    His trust in God and virtue's cause
-    He conquer'd in the lion's jaws,
-            And led the way to peace.
-
-    To sing each valiant hero's name
-    Whose deeds have swelled the files of fame,
-            Requires immortal powers;
-    Columbia's warriors never yield
-    To equal force by sea or field,
-            Her eagle never cowers.
-
-    Long as Niagara's cataract roars
-    Or Erie laves our Northern shores,
-            Great Brown, thy fame shall rise;
-    Outnumber'd by a veteran host
-    Of conquering heroes, Britain's boast--
-            Conquest was there thy prize.
-
-    At Plattsburg, see the Spartan band,
-    Where gallant Macomb held command,
-            The unequal host oppose;
-    Provost confounded, vanquished flies,
-    Convinced that numbers won't suffice
-            Where Freemen are the foes.
-
-    Our songs to noblest strains we'll raise
-    While we attempt thy matchless praise,
-            Carolina's godlike son;
-    While Mississippi rolls his flood,
-    Or Freemen's hearts move patriots' blood,
-            The palm shall be thine own.
-
-    At Orleans--lo! a savage band,
-    In countless numbers gain the strand,
-            "Beauty and spoil" the word--
-    There Jackson with his fearless few,
-    The invincibles by thousands slew,
-            And dire destruction poured.
-
-    O Britain! when the tale is told
-    Of Jackson's deeds by fame enrolled,
-            Should grief and madness rise,
-    Remember God, the avenger, reigns,
-    Who witnessed Havre's smoking plains,
-            And Hampton's female cries.
-
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-OLD IRONSIDES.
-
-BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
-
-
-[This poem was inspired by the announcement that the frigate
-_Constitution_ was to be dismantled. Though written later it belongs
-among the poems of the War of 1812, as the _Constitution's_ fame was
-won in that war.--EDITOR.]
-
-    Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!
-      Long has it waved on high,
-    And many an eye has dimmed to see
-      That banner in the sky;
-    Beneath it rung the battle shout,
-      And burst the cannon's roar;--
-    The meteor of the ocean air
-      Shall sweep the clouds no more.
-
-    Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
-      Where knelt the vanquished foe,
-    When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,
-      And waves were white below,
-    No more shall feel the victor's tread,
-      Or know the conquered knee;--
-    The harpies of the shore shall pluck
-      The eagle of the sea!
-
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-
-    O better that her shattered hulk
-      Should sink beneath the wave;
-    Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
-      And there should be her grave;
-    Nail to the mast her holy flag,
-      Set every threadbare sail,
-    And give her to the god of storms,
-      The lightning and the gale!
-
-  1836.
-
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-MONTEREY.
-
-BY CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN.
-
-
-    We were not many--we who stood
-    Before the iron sleet that day:
-    Yet many a gallant spirit would
-    Give half his years if but he could
-    Have with us been at Monterey.
-
-    Now here, now there, the shot it hail'd
-      In deadly drifts of fiery spray,
-    Yet not a single soldier quail'd
-    When wounded comrades round them wail'd
-      Their dying shout at Monterey.
-
-    And on--still on our column kept
-      Through walls of flame its withering way
-    Where fell the dead, the living stept,
-    Still charging on the guns which swept
-      The slippery streets of Monterey.
-
-    The foe himself recoil'd aghast,
-      When, striking where he strongest lay,
-    We swoop'd his flanking batteries past,
-    And braving full their murderous blast,
-      Storm'd home the towers of Monterey.
-
-    Our banners on those turrets wave,
-      And there our evening bugles play:
-    Where orange-boughs above their grave
-    Keep green the memory of the brave
-      Who fought and fell at Monterey.
-
-    We are not many--we who press'd
-      Beside the brave who fell that day--
-    But who of us has not confess'd
-    He'd rather share their warrior rest
-      Than not have been at Monterey?
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-BUENA VISTA.
-
-
-[By some strange oversight, this fine ballad appears in none of the
-popular collections. So far as the editor can discover, indeed, it
-exists nowhere in print except in a volume privately printed by General
-Pike some years ago, and to his courtesy the editor is indebted for the
-copy from which the piece is here reproduced.--EDITOR.]
-
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-                              BUENA VISTA.
-
-                            BY ALBERT PIKE.
-
-    From the Rio Grande's waters to the icy lakes of Maine,
-    Let all exult! for we have met the enemy again;
-    Beneath their stern old mountains we have met them in their pride,
-    And rolled from BUENA VISTA back the battle's bloody tide;
-    Where the enemy came surging swift, like the Mississippi's flood,
-    And the reaper, Death, with strong arms swung his sickle red with blood.
-
-    SANTANA boasted loudly that, before two hours were past,
-    His Lancers through Saltillo should pursue us fierce and fast:--
-    On comes his solid infantry, line marching after line;
-    Lo! their great standards in the sun like sheets of silver shine:
-    With thousands upon thousands,--yea, with more than three to one,--
-    Their forests of bright bayonets fierce-flashing in the sun.
-
-    Lo! Guanajuato's regiment; Morelos' boasted corps,
-    And Guadalajara's chosen troops!--all veterans tried before.
-    Lo! galloping upon the right four thousand lances gleam,
-    Where, floating in the morning-wind, their blood-red pennons stream;
-    And here his stern artillery climbs up the broad plateau:
-    To-day he means to strike at us an overwhelming blow.
-
-    Now, WOOL, hold strongly to the heights! for, lo! the mighty tide
-    Comes, thundering like an avalanche, deep, terrible and wide.
-    Now, ILLINOIS, stand steady! Now, KENTUCKY, to their aid!
-    For a portion of our line, alas! is broken and dismayed:
-    Great bands of shameless fugitives are fleeing from the field,
-    And the day is lost, if Illinois and brave Kentucky yield.
-
-    One of O'Brien's guns is gone!--On, on their masses drift,
-    Till their cavalry and infantry outflank us on the left;
-    Our light troops, driven from the hills, retreat in wild dismay,
-    And round us gather, thick and dark, the Mexican array.
-    SANTANA thinks the day is gained; for, now approaching near,
-    MI�ON'S dark cloud of Lancers sternly menaces our rear.
-
-    Now, LINCOLN, gallant gentleman, lies dead upon the field,
-    Who strove to stay those cravens, when before the storm they reeled.
-    Fire, WASHINGTON, fire fast and true! Fire, SHERMAN, fast and far!
-    Lo! BRAGG comes thundering to the front, to breast the adverse war!
-    SANTANA thinks the day is gained! On, on his masses crowd,
-    And the roar of battle swells again more terrible and loud.
-
-    NOT YET! Our brave old General comes to regain the day;
-    KENTUCKY, to the rescue! MISSISSIPPI, to the fray!
-    Again our line advances! Gallant DAVIS fronts the foe,
-    And back before his rifles, in red waves the Lancers flow.
-    Upon them yet once more, ye brave! The avalanche is stayed!
-    Back roll the Aztec multitudes, all broken and dismayed.
-
-    Ride! MAY!--To Buena Vista! for the Lancers gain our rear,
-    And we have few troops there to check their vehement career.
-    Charge, ARKANSAS! KENTUCKY, charge! YELL, PORTER, VAUGHAN, are slain,
-    But the shattered troops cling desperately unto that crimsoned plain;
-    Till, with the Lancers intermixed, pursuing and pursued,
-    Westward, in combat hot and close, drifts off the multitude.
-
-    And May comes charging from the hills with his ranks of flaming steel,
-    While shattered with a sudden fire, the foe already reel:
-    They flee amain!--Now to the left, to stay the torrent there,
-    Or else the day is surely lost, in horror and despair!
-    For their hosts pour swiftly onward, like a river in the spring,
-    Our flank is turned, and on our left their cannon thundering.
-
-    Now, good Artillery! bold Dragoons! Steady, brave hearts, be calm!
-    Through rain, cold hail, and thunder, now nerve each gallant arm!
-    What though their shot fall round us here, yet thicker than the hail?
-    We'll stand against them, as the rock stands firm against the gale.
-    Lo! their battery is silenced! but our iron sleet still showers:
-    They falter, halt, retreat!--Hurrah! the glorious day is ours!
-
-    In front, too, has the fight gone well, where upon gallant LANE,
-    And on stout Mississippi, the thick Lancers charged in vain:
-    Ah! brave Third Indiana! you have nobly wiped away
-    The reproach that through another corps befell your State to-day;
-    For back, all broken and dismayed, before your storm of fire,
-    SANTANA'S boasted chivalry, a shattered wreck, retire.
-
-    Now charge again, SANTANA! or the day is surely lost--
-    For back, like broken waves, along our left your hordes are tossed.
-    Still faster roar his batteries,--his whole reserve moves on;
-    More work remains for us to do, ere the good fight is won.
-    Now for your wives and children men! Stand steady yet once more!
-    Fight for your lives and honors! Fight as you never fought before!
-
-    Ho! HARDIN breasts it bravely! and heroic BISSELL there
-    Stands firm before the storm of balls that fill the astonished air:
-    The Lancers dash upon them too! The foe swarm ten to one:
-    HARDIN is slain; MCKEE and CLAY the last time see the sun:
-    And many another gallant heart, in that last desperate fray,
-    Grew cold, its last thought turning to its loved ones far away.
-
-    Speed, speed, Artillery! to the front!--for the hurricane of fire
-    Crushes those noble regiments, reluctant to retire!
-    Speed swiftly! Gallop! Ah! they come! Again BRAGG climbs the ridge,
-    And his grape sweeps down the swarming foe, as a strong man moweth sedge:
-    Thus baffled in their last attack, compelled perforce to yield,
-    Still menacing in firm array, their columns leave the field.
-
-    The guns still roared at intervals; but silence fell at last,
-    And on the dead and dying came the evening shadows fast.
-    And then above the mountains rose the cold moon's silver shield,
-    And patiently and pitying she looked upon the field.
-    While careless of his wounded, and neglectful of his dead,
-    Despairingly and sullenly by night SANTANA fled.
-
-    And thus on BUENA VISTA'S heights a long day's work was done,
-    And thus our brave old General another battle won.
-    Still, still our glorious banner waves, unstained by flight or shame,
-    And the Mexicans among their hills still tremble at our name.
-    SO, HONOR UNTO THOSE THAT STOOD! DISGRACE TO THOSE THAT FLED!
-    AND EVERLASTING GLORY UNTO BUENA VISTA'S DEAD!
-
-  February 28, 1847.
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-THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD.
-
-BY THEODORE O'HARA.
-
-
-[Originally written on the occasion of the erection of a monument to
-the Kentucky volunteers who fell at Buena Vista.--EDITOR.]
-
-    The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
-      The soldier's last tattoo;
-    No more on Life's parade shall meet
-      That brave and fallen few.
-    On Fame's eternal camping-ground
-      Their silent tents are spread,
-    And Glory guards, with solemn round,
-      The bivouac of the dead.
-
-    No rumor of the foe's advance
-      Now swells upon the wind;
-    No troubled thought at midnight haunts
-      Of loved ones left behind;
-    No vision of the morrow's strife
-      The warrior's dream alarms;
-    No braying horn nor screaming fife
-      At dawn shall call to arms.
-
-    Their shivered swords are red with rust;
-      Their plum�d heads are bowed;
-    Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
-      Is now their martial shroud.
-    And plenteous funeral tears have washed
-      The red stains from each brow,
-    And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
-      Are free from anguish now.
-
-    The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
-      The bugle's stirring blast,
-    The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
-      The din and shout are past;
-    Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal,
-      Shall thrill with fierce delight
-    Those breasts that nevermore may feel
-      The rapture of the fight.
-
-    Like the fierce northern hurricane
-      That sweeps his great plateau,
-    Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
-      Came down the serried foe.
-    Who heard the thunder of the fray
-      Break o'er the field beneath,
-    Knew well the watchword of that day
-      Was "Victory or Death."
-
-    Long had the doubtful conflict raged
-      O'er all that stricken plain,
-    For never fiercer fight had waged
-      The vengeful blood of Spain;
-    And still the storm of battle blew,
-      Still swelled the gory tide;
-    Not long our stout old chieftain knew,
-      Such odds his strength could bide.
-
-    'Twas in that hour his stern command
-      Called to a martyr's grave
-    The flower of his belov�d land,
-      The nation's flag to save.
-    By rivers of their fathers' gore
-      His first-born laurels grew
-    And well he deemed the sons would pour
-      There lives for glory too.
-
-    Full many a norther's breath has swept,
-      O'er Angostura's plain--
-    And long the pitying sky has wept
-      Above its mouldered slain.
-    The raven's scream or eagle's flight
-      Or shepherd's pensive lay,
-    Alone awakes each sullen height
-      That frowned o'er that dread fray.
-
-    Sons of the Dark and Bloody ground,
-      Ye must not slumber there,
-    Where stranger steps and tongues resound
-      Along the heedless air.
-    Your own proud land's heroic soil
-      Shall be your fitter grave;
-    She claims from war his richest spoil--
-      The ashes of her brave.
-
-    Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest,
-      Far from the gory field,
-    Borne to a Spartan mother's breast
-      On many a bloody shield;
-    The sunshine of their native sky
-      Smiles sadly on them here,
-    And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
-      The heroes' sepulchre.
-
-    Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead!
-      Dear as the blood ye gave,
-    No impious footstep here shall tread
-      The herbage of your grave;
-    Nor shall your story be forgot,
-      While Fame her record keeps,
-    Or Honor points the hallowed spot
-      Where Valor proudly sleeps.
-
-    Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
-      In deathless song shall tell
-    When many a vanished age hath flown,
-      The story how ye fell;
-    Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
-      Nor Time's remorseless doom,
-    Shall dim one ray of glory's light
-      That gilds your deathless tomb.
-
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-THE CIVIL WAR]
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-BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE.
-
-BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
-
-(Written in December, 1860, when South Carolina adopted the Ordinance
-of Secession.)
-
-
-    She has gone,--she has left us in passion and pride--
-    Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side!
-    She has torn her own star from our firmament's glow,
-    And turned on her brother the face of a foe!
-
-    O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun,
-    We can never forget that our hearts have been one,--
-    Our foreheads both sprinkled in Liberty's name,
-    From the fountain of blood with the finger of flame!
-
-    You were always too ready to fire at a touch;
-    But we said: "She's a beauty--she does not mean much."
-    We have scowled when you uttered some turbulent threat;
-    But Friendship still whispered: "Forgive and forget."
-
-    Has our love all died out? Have its altars grown cold?
-    Has the curse come at last which the fathers foretold?
-    Then Nature must teach us the strength of the chain
-    That her petulant children would sever in vain.
-
-    They may fight till the buzzards are gorged with their spoil,--
-    Till the harvest grows black as it rots in the soil,
-    Till the wolves and the catamounts troop from their caves,
-    And the shark tracks the pirate, the lord of the waves:
-
-    In vain is the strife! When its fury is past,
-    Their fortunes must flow in one channel at last,
-    As the torrents that rush from the mountains of snow
-    Roll mingled in peace in the valleys below.
-
-    Our Union is river, lake, ocean, and sky;
-    Man breaks not the medal when God cuts the die!
-    Though darkened with sulphur, though cloven with steel,
-    The blue arch will brighten, the waters will heal!
-
-    O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun,
-    There are battles with fate that can never be won!
-    The star-flowering banner must never be furled,
-    For its blossoms of light are the hope of the world!
-
-    Go, then, our rash sister, afar and aloof,--
-    Run wild in the sunshine away from our roof;
-    But when your heart aches and your feet have grown sore,
-    Remember the pathway that leads to our door!
-
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-
-THE TWELFTH OF APRIL.
-
-A.D., 1861.
-
-BY EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN.
-
-
-[Peculiar interest attaches to this piece as the first poem written
-after the actual outbreak of the Civil War and inspired by its events.
-The poem appeared in the evening edition of the New York _World_, on
-April 16, 1861.--EDITOR.]
-
-    Came the morning of that day,
-          When the God to whom we pray,
-    Gave the soul of Henry Clay
-          To the land;
-    How we loved him--living, dying!
-    But his birthday banners flying,
-    Saw us asking and replying,
-          Hand to hand.
-
-    For we knew that far away,
-    Round the fort at Charleston bay,
-    Hung the dark impending fray,
-          Soon to fall;
-    And that Sumter's brave defender
-    Had the summons to surrender:
-    Seventy loyal hearts and tender--
-          That was all.
-
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-    And we knew the April sun
-    Lit the length of many a gun--
-    Hosts of batteries to the one
-          Island crag;
-    Guns and mortars grimly frowning,
-    Johnson, Moultrie, Pinckney, crowning,
-    And ten thousand men disowning
-          The old flag.
-
-    O the fury of the fight
-    Even then was at its height!
-    Yet no breath from noon till night
-          Reached us here;
-    We had almost ceased to wonder,
-    And the day had faded under,
-    When--the echo of the thunder
-          Filled each ear!
-
-    Then our hearts more fiercely beat,
-    As we crowded on the street,
-    Hot to gather and repeat
-          All the tale;
-    All the doubtful chances turning,
-    Till our souls with shame were burning,
-    As if all our bitter yearning
-          Could avail!
-
-    Who had fired the earliest gun?
-    Was the fort by traitors won?
-    Was there succor? What was done,
-          Who could know?
-    And once more our thoughts would wander
-    To the gallant, lone commander,
-    On his battered ramparts grander
-          Than the foe.
-
-    Not too long the brave shall wait:
-    On their own heads be their fate,
-    Who against the hallowed State
-          Dare begin;
-    Flag defied and compact riven!
-    In the record of high Heaven,
-    How shall southern men be shriven
-          For the sin!
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-MEN OF THE NORTH AND WEST.
-
-BY RICHARD HENRY STODDARD.
-
-
-[This poem was the second piece that appeared in print after the fall
-of Fort Sumter. It was published in the _World_ on the day after the
-appearance of Mr. Stedman's "The Twelfth of April."--EDITOR.]
-
-    Men of the North and West,
-        Wake in your might.
-    Prepare, as the rebels have done,
-        For the fight!
-    You cannot shrink from the test;
-    Rise! Men of the North and West!
-
-    They have torn down your banner of stars;
-        They have trampled the laws;
-    They have stifled the freedom they hate,
-        For no cause!
-    Do you love it or slavery best?
-    Speak! Men of the North and West!
-
-    They strike at the life of the State:
-        Shall the murder be done?
-    They cry: "We are two!" And you?
-        "We are one!"
-    You must meet them, then, breast to breast;
-    On! Men of the North and West!
-
-    Not with words; they laugh them to scorn,
-        And tears they despise;
-    But with swords in your hands, and death
-        In your eyes!
-    Strike home! leave to God all the rest;
-    Strike! Men of the North and West!
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-RHODE ISLAND TO THE SOUTH.
-
-BY GENERAL F. W. LANDER.
-
-
-    Once, on New England's bloody heights,
-      And o'er a southern plain,
-    Our fathers fought for sovereign rights,
-      That working men might reign.
-
-    And by that only Lord we serve,
-      The great Jehovah's name;
-    By those sweet lips that ever nerve
-      High hearts to deeds of fame;
-
-    By all that makes the man a king,
-      The household hearth a throne,--
-    Take back the idle scoff ye fling,
-      Where freedom claims its own.
-
-    For though our battle hope was vague
-      Upon Manassas' plain,
-    Where Slocum stood with gallant Sprague
-      And gave his life in vain,--
-
-    Before we yield the holy trust
-      Our old forefathers gave,
-    Or wrong New England's hallowed dust,
-      Or grant the wrongs ye crave,--
-
-    We'll print in kindred gore so deep
-      The shore we love to tread,
-    That woman's eyes shall fail to weep
-      O'er man's unnumbered dead.
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-OUR COUNTRY'S CALL.
-
-BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
-
-
-    Lay down the axe, fling by the spade;
-      Leave in its track the toiling plough;
-    The rifle and the bayonet-blade
-      For arms like yours were fitter now;
-    And let the hands that ply the pen
-      Quit the light task, and learn to wield
-    The horseman's crooked brand, and rein
-      The charger on the battle-field.
-
-    Our country calls; away! away!
-      To where the blood-stream blots the green;
-    Strike to defend the gentlest sway
-      That Time in all his course has seen.
-    See, from a thousand coverts--see
-      Spring the armed foes that haunt her track;
-    They rush to smite her down, and we
-      Must beat the banded traitors back.
-
-    Ho! sturdy as the oaks ye cleave,
-      And moved as soon to fear and flight,
-    Men of the glade and forest! leave
-      Your woodcraft for the field of fight.
-    The arms that wield the axe must pour
-      An iron tempest on the foe;
-    His serried ranks shall reel before
-      The arm that lays the panther low.
-
-    And ye who breast the mountain storm
-      By grassy steep or highland lake,
-    Come, for the land ye love, to form
-      A bulwark that no foe can break.
-    Stand, like your own gray cliffs that mock
-      The whirlwind; stand in her defence:
-    The blast as soon shall move the rock,
-      As rushing squadrons bear ye thence.
-
-    And ye whose homes are by her grand
-      Swift rivers, rising far away,
-    Come from the depth of her green land
-      As mighty in your march as they;
-    As terrible as when the rains
-      Have swelled them over bank and bourne,
-    With sudden floods to drown the plains
-      And sweep along the woods uptorn.
-
-    And ye who throng beside the deep,
-      Her ports and hamlets of the strand,
-    In number like the waves that leap
-      On his long-murmuring marge of sand,
-    Come, like that deep, when, o'er his brim,
-      He rises, all his floods to pour,
-    And flings the proudest barks that swim,
-      A helpless wreck against his shore.
-
-    Few, few were they whose swords of old
-      Won the fair land in which we dwell;
-    But we are many, we who hold
-      The grim resolve to guard it well.
-    Strike for that broad and goodly land,
-      Blow after blow, till men shall see
-    That Might and Right move hand in hand,
-      And Glorious must their triumph be.
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-A CRY TO ARMS.
-
-BY HENRY TIMROD.
-
-
-    Ho, woodsmen of the mountain-side!
-      Ho, dwellers in the vales!
-    Ho, ye who by the chafing tide
-      Have roughened in the gales!
-    Leave barn and byre, leave kin and cot,
-      Lay by the bloodless spade;
-    Let desk and case and counter rot,
-      And burn your books of trade!
-
-    The despot roves your fairest lands;
-      And till he flies or fears,
-    Your fields must grow but arm�d bands,
-      Your sheaves be sheaves of spears!
-    Give up to mildew and to rust
-      The useless tools of gain,
-    And feed your country's sacred dust
-      With floods of crimson rain!
-
-    Come with the weapons at your call--
-      With musket, pike, or knife;
-    He wields the deadliest blade of all
-      Who lightest holds his life.
-    The arm that drives its unbought blows
-      With all a patriot's scorn,
-    Might brain a tyrant with a rose
-      Or stab him with a thorn.
-
-    Does any falter? Let him turn
-      To some brave maiden's eyes,
-    And catch the holy fires that burn
-      In those sublunar skies.
-    Oh, could you like your women feel,
-      And in their spirit march,
-    A day might see your lines of steel
-      Beneath the victor's arch!
-
-    What hope, O God! would not grow warm
-      When thoughts like these give cheer?
-    The lily calmly braves the storm,
-      And shall the palm-tree fear?
-    No! rather let its branches court
-      The rack that sweeps the plain;
-    And from the lily's regal port
-      Learn how to breast the strain.
-
-    Ho, woodsmen of the mountain-side
-      Ho, dwellers in the vales!
-    Ho, ye who by the roaring tide
-      Have roughened in the gales!
-    Come, flocking gayly to the fight,
-      From forest, hill, and lake;
-    We battle for our country's right,
-      And for the lily's sake!
-
-  [Southern.]
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-
-THE BANNER OF THE STARS.
-
-BY R. W. RAYMOND.
-
-
-    Hurrah! boys, hurrah! fling our banner to the breeze!
-      Let the enemies of freedom see its folds again unfurled.
-    And down with the pirates that scorn upon the seas
-      Our victorious Yankee banner, sign of Freedom to the World!
-
-    _Chorus._--We'll never have a new flag, for ours is the true flag,
-    The true flag, the true flag, the Red, White, and Blue flag,
-    Hurrah! boys, hurrah! we will carry to the wars,
-    The old flag, the free flag, the Banner of the Stars.
-
-    And what tho' its white shall be crimsoned with our blood?
-      And what tho' its stripes shall be shredded in the storms?
-    To the torn flag, the worn flag, we'll keep our promise good,
-      And we'll bear the starry blue field, with gallant hearts and arms.
-
-                                                             --_Chorus._
-
-    Then, cursed be he who would strike our Starry Flag!
-      May the God of Hosts be with us, as we smite the traitor down!
-    And cursed be he who would hesitate or lag,
-      Till the dear flag, the fair flag, with Victory we crown.
-
-                                                             --_Chorus._
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-
-THE FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION.
-
-BY T. BUCHANAN REID.
-
-
-    The stars of our morn on our banner borne,
-      With the iris of heav'n are blended,
-    The hands of our sires first mingled those fires,
-      By us they shall be defended!
-    Then hail the true--the Red, White, and Blue,
-      The flag of the Constellation;
-    It sails as it sailed, by our fore-fathers hailed,
-      O'er battles that made us a nation.
-
-    What hand so bold to strike from its fold,
-      One star or stripe of its bright'ning;
-    To him be each star a fiery Mars,
-      Each stripe a terrible lightning.
-    Then hail the true--the Red, White, and Blue,
-      The flag of the Constellation.
-    It sails as it sailed, by our fore-fathers hailed,
-      O'er battles that made us a nation.
-
-    Its meteor form shall ride the storm
-      Till the fiercest of foes surrender;
-    The storm gone by, it shall gild the sky,
-      As a rainbow of peace and splendor.
-    Then hail the true--the Red, White, and Blue,
-      The flag of the Constellation,
-    It sails as it sailed, by our fore-fathers hailed,
-      O'er battles that made us a nation.
-
-    Peace, peace to the world--is our motto unfurled,
-      Tho' we shun not a field that is gory;
-    At home or abroad, fearing none but our God,
-      We will carve our own pathway to glory!
-    Then hail the true--the Red, White, and Blue,
-      The flag of the Constellation,
-    It sails as it sailed, by our fore-fathers hailed,
-      O'er battles that made us a nation,
-
-  Florence, Italy, May, 1861.
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-THE STARS AND STRIPES.
-
-BY JAMES T. FIELDS.
-
-
-    Rally round the flag, boys--
-      Give it to the breeze!
-    That's the banner we bore
-      On the land and seas.
-
-    Brave hearts are under it,
-      Let the _traitors_ brag,
-    Gallant lads, fire away!
-      And fight for the flag.
-
-    Their flag is but a rag--
-      Ours is the true one;
-    Up with the Stars and Stripes!
-      Down with the new one!
-
-    Let our colors fly, boys--
-      Guard them day and night;
-    For victory is liberty,
-      And God will bless the right.
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-THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG.
-
-BY ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM.
-
-
-    Come, brothers! rally for the right!
-      The bravest of the brave
-    Sends forth her ringing battle-cry
-      Beside the Atlantic wave!
-    She leads the way in honor's path;
-      Come brothers, near and far,
-    Come rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag
-      That bears a single star!
-
-    We've borne the Yankee trickery,
-      The Yankee gibe and sneer,
-    Till Yankee insolence and pride
-      Know neither shame nor fear;
-    But ready now with shot and steel
-      Their brazen front to mar,
-    We hoist aloft the Bonnie Blue Flag
-      That bears a single star.
-
-    Now Georgia marches to the front,
-      And close beside her come
-    Her sisters by the Mexique Sea,
-      With pealing trump and drum;
-    Till answering back from hill and glen
-      The rallying cry afar,
-    A Nation hoists the Bonnie Blue Flag
-      That bears a single star!
-
-    By every stone in Charleston Bay,
-      By each beleaguered town,
-    We swear to rest not, night nor day,
-      But hunt the tyrants down!
-    Till bathed in valor's holy blood
-      The gazing world afar
-    Shall greet with shouts the Bonnie Blue Flag
-      That bears the cross and star!
-
-  [Southern.]
-
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-
-THE STRIPES AND THE STARS.
-
-BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR.
-
-    O 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 Northland is beating for you!
-    And her strong arm is nerving to strike with a wall,
-    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--
-    There's seed to be sown in God's furrows to-day!
-    Row landward, lone fisher! stout woodman come home!
-    Let smith leave his anvil and weaver his loom,
-    And hamlet and city ring loud with the cry:
-    "For God and our country we'll fight till we die!
-    Here's welcome to wounding and combat and scars
-    And the glory of death--for the Stripes and the Stars!"
-
-    Invincible banner! the flag of the free,
-    Oh, 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--
-    Then forward! the fame of our standard to share!
-    With welcome to wounding and combat and scars
-    And the glory of death--for the Stripes and the Stars!
-
-    O God of our fathers! this banner must shine
-    Where battle is hottest, in warfare divine!
-    The cannon has thundered, the bugle has blown--
-    We fear not the summons-we fight not alone!
-    O lead us, till wide from the gulf to the sea
-    The land shall be sacred to freedom and Thee!
-    With love for oppression; with blessing, for scars--
-    One country--one banner--the Stripes and the Stars!
-
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-
-DIXIE.
-
-BY ALBERT PIKE.
-
-
-    Southrons, hear your country call you!
-    Up, lest worse than death befall you!
-    To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
-    Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted--
-    Let all hearts be now united!
-    To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
-        Advance the flag of Dixie!
-        Hurrah! hurrah!
-        For Dixie's land we take our stand,
-        And live or die for Dixie!
-        To arms! To arms!
-        And conquer peace for Dixie!
-        To arms! To arms!
-        And conquer peace for Dixie!
-
-    Hear the Northern thunders mutter!
-    Northern flags in South winds flutter!
-            To arms!
-    Send them back your fierce defiance!
-    Stamp upon the accursed alliance!
-            To arms!
-        Advance the flag of Dixie!
-
-    Fear no danger! shun no labor!
-    Lift up rifle, pike, and sabre!
-            To arms!
-    Shoulder pressing close to shoulder,
-    Let the odds make each heart bolder!
-            To arms!
-        Advance the flag of Dixie!
-
-    How the South's great heart rejoices
-    At your cannon's ringing voices!
-            To arms!
-    For faith betrayed, and pledges broken,
-    Wrongs inflicted, insults spoken,
-            To arms!
-        Advance the flag of Dixie!
-
-    Strong as lions, swift as eagles,
-    Back to their kennels hunt these beagles!
-            To arms!
-    Cut the unequal bond asunder!
-    Let them hence each other plunder!
-            To arms!
-        Advance the flag of Dixie!
-
-    Swear upon your country's altar
-    Never to submit or falter!
-            To arms!
-    Till the spoilers are defeated,
-    Till the Lord's work is completed,
-            To arms!
-        Advance the flag of Dixie!
-
-    Halt not till our Federation
-    Secures among earth's powers its station
-            To arms!
-    Then at peace, and crowned with glory,
-    Hear your children tell the story!
-            To arms!
-        Advance the flag of Dixie!
-
-    If the loved ones weep in sadness,
-    Victory soon shall bring them gladness.
-            To arms!
-    Exultant pride soon vanish sorrow;
-    Smiles chase tears away to-morrow.
-    To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!
-        Advance the flag of Dixie!
-        Hurrah! hurrah!
-        For Dixie's land we take our stand,
-        And live or die for Dixie!
-        To arms! To arms!
-        And conquer peace for Dixie!
-        To arms! To arms!
-        And conquer peace for Dixie!
-
-  [Southern.]
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-
-THE OATH OF FREEDOM.
-
-BY JAMES BARRON HOPE.
-
-
-    Born free, thus we resolve to live:
-    By Heaven, we will be free!
-    By all the stars which burn on high--
-    By the green earth--the mighty sea--
-    By God's unshaken majesty,
-          We will be free or die!
-          Then let the drums all roll!
-          Let all the trumpets blow!
-          Mind, heart, and soul,
-          We spurn control
-          Attempted by a foe!
-
-    Born free, thus we resolve to live:
-    By Heaven, we will be free!
-    And, vainly now the Northmen try
-    To beat us down--in arms we stand
-    To strike for this our native land!
-          We will be free or die!
-          Then let the drums all roll!
-
-    Born free, we thus resolve to live:
-    By Heaven, we will be free!
-    Our wives and children look on high,
-    Pray God to smile upon the right!
-    And bid us in the deadly fight
-          As freemen live or die!
-          Then let the drums all roll!
-
-    Born free, thus we resolve to live:
-    By Heaven, we will be free!
-    And ere we cease this battle-cry,
-    Be all our blood, our kindred's spilt,
-    On bayonet or sabre hilt!
-          We will be free or die!
-          Then let the drums all roll!
-
-    Born free, thus we resolve to live:
-    By Heaven, we will be free!
-    Defiant let the banners fly,
-    Shake out their glories to the air,
-    And kneeling, brothers, let us swear
-          We will be free or die!
-          Then let the drums all roll!
-
-    Born free, thus we resolve to live:
-    By Heaven, we will be free!
-    And to this oath the dead reply--
-    Our valiant fathers' sacred ghosts--
-    These with us, and the God of hosts,
-          We will be free or die!
-          Then let the drums all roll!
-
-  [Southern.]
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-CIVIL WAR]
-
-BY CHARGES DAWSON SHANLY.
-
-
-[In many collections this poem is entitled "The Fancy Shot." It was
-first published in London, in the paper called _Once-a-Week_, and
-was there entitled "Civile Bellum." It is believed to be the work of
-Charles Dawson Shanly, who died in 1876.--EDITOR.]
-
-    "Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot
-      Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;
-    Ring me a ball in the glittering spot
-      That shines on his breast like an amulet!"
-
-    "Ah, captain! here goes for a fine-drawn bead,
-      There's music around when my barrel's in tune!"
-    Crack! went the rifle, the messenger sped,
-      And dead from his horse fell the ringing dragoon.
-
-    "Now, rifleman, steal through the bushes, and snatch
-      From your victim some trinket to handsel first blood;
-    A button, a loop, or that luminous patch
-      That gleams in the moon like a diamond stud!"
-
-    "O captain! I staggered and sunk on my track,
-      When I gazed on the face of that fallen vidette,
-    For he looked so like you, as he lay on his back,
-      That my heart rose upon me, and masters me yet.
-
-    "But I snatched off the trinket,--this locket of gold;
-      An inch from the centre my lead broke its way,
-    Scarce grazing the picture, so fair to behold,
-      Of a beautiful lady in bridal array."
-
-    "Ha! rifleman, fling me the locket!--'tis she,
-      My brother's young bride,--and the fallen dragoon
-    Was her husband--Hush! soldier, 'twas Heaven's decree,
-      We must bury him there, by the light of the moon!
-
-    "But hark! the far bugles their warnings unite;
-      War is a virtue, weakness a sin;
-    There's a lurking and loping around us to-night;--
-      Load again, rifleman, keep your hand in!"
-
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-
-THE MASSACHUSETTS LINE.
-
-BY ROBERT LOWELL.
-
-
-    Still first, as long and long ago,
-      Let Massachusetts muster;
-    Give her the post right next the foe;
-      Be sure that you may trust her.
-    She was the first to give her blood
-      For freedom and for honor;
-    She trod her soil to crimson mud;
-      God's blessing be upon her!
-
-    She never faltered for the right,
-      Nor ever will hereafter;
-    Fling up her name with all your might,
-      Shake roof-tree and shake rafter!
-    But of old deeds she need not brag,
-      How she broke sword and fetter;
-    Fling out again the old striped flag!
-      She'll do yet more and better.
-
-    In peace her sails fleck all the seas,
-      Her mills shake every river;
-    And where are scenes so fair as these
-      God and her true hands give her?
-    Her claim in war who seek to rob?
-      All others come in later;--
-    Hers first it is to front the mob,
-      The tyrant, and the traitor.
-
-    God bless, God bless this glorious State!
-      Let her have her way in battle!
-    She'll go where batteries crash with fate
-      Or where thick rifles rattle.
-    Give her the Light and let her try,
-      And then who can may press her;
-    She'll go straight on or she will die;
-      God bless her, and God bless her!
-
-  May 7, 1861.
-
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-
-BETHEL.
-
-BY A. J. H. DUGANNE.
-
-
-[Theodore Winthrop, a brilliant young man of letters, was killed at Big
-Bethel, on June 10, 1861.--EDITOR.]
-
-    We mustered at midnight, in darkness we formed,
-    And the whisper went round of a fort to be stormed;
-    But no drum-beat had called us, no trumpet we heard,
-    And no voice of command, but our colonel's low word--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    And out, through the mist, and the murk of the morn,
-    From the beaches of Hampton our barges were borne;
-    And we heard not a sound, save the sweep of the oar,
-    Till the word of our colonel came up from the shore--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    With hearts bounding bravely, and eyes all alight,
-    As ye dance to soft music, so trod we that night;
-    Through the aisles of the greenwood, with vines over-arched,
-    Tossing dew-drops, like gems, from our feet, as we marched--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    As ye dance with the damsels, to viol and flute,
-    So we skipped from the shadows, and mocked their pursuit;
-    But the soft zephyrs chased us, with scents of the morn,
-    As we passed by the hay-fields and green waving corn--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    For the leaves were all laden with fragrance of June,
-    And the flowers and the foliage with sweets were in tune;
-    And the air was so calm, and the forest so dumb,
-    That we heard our own heart-beats, like taps of a drum--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    Till the lull of the lowlands was stirred by the breeze,
-    And the buskins of morn brushed the tops of the trees,
-    And the glintings of glory that slid from her track
-    By the sheen of our rifles were gayly flung back--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    And the woodlands grew purple with sunshiny mist,
-    And the blue-crested hill-tops with rose-light were kissed,
-    And the earth gave her prayers to the sun in perfumes,
-    Till we marched as through gardens, and trampled on blooms--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    Ay, trampled on blossoms, and seared the sweet breath
-    Of the greenwood with low-brooding vapors of death;
-    O'er the flowers and the corn we were borne like a blast,
-    And away to the forefront of battle we passed--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    For the cannon's hoarse thunder roared out from the glades,
-    And the sun was like lightning on banners and blades,
-    When the long line of chanting Zouaves, like a flood,
-    From the green of the woodlands rolled, crimson as blood--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    While the sound of their song, like the surge of the seas,
-    With the "Star-Spangled Banner" swelled over the leas;
-    And the sword of Duryea, like a torch, led the way,
-    Bearing down on the batteries of Bethel that day--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    Through green-tasselled cornfields our columns were thrown,
-    And like corn by the red scythe of fire we were mown;
-    While the cannon's fierce ploughings new-furrowed the plain,
-    That our blood might be planted for Liberty's grain--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    Oh! the fields of fair June have no lack of sweet flowers,
-    But their rarest and best breathe no fragrance like ours;
-    And the sunshine of June, sprinkling gold on the corn,
-    Hath no harvest that ripeneth like Bethel's red morn--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    When our heroes, like bridegrooms, with lips and with breath,
-    Drank the first kiss of Danger and clasped her in death;
-    And the heart of brave Winthrop grew mute with his lyre,
-    When the plumes of his genius lay moulting in fire--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    Where he fell shall be sunshine as bright as his name,
-    And the grass where he slept shall be green as his fame;
-    For the gold of the pen and the steel of the sword
-    Write his deeds--in his blood--on the land he adored--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
-    And the soul of our comrade shall sweeten the air,
-    And the flowers and the grass-blades his memory upbear;
-    While the breath of his genius, like music in leaves,
-    With the corn-tassels whispers, and sings in the sheaves--
-                    "Column! Forward!"
-
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-
-THE CHARGE BY THE FORD.
-
-BY DR. THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.
-
-
-    Eighty and nine with their captain
-      Rode on the enemy's track,
-    Rode in the gray of the morning:
-      Nine of the ninety came back.
-
-    Slow rose the mist from the river,
-      Lighter each moment the way:
-    Careless and tearless and fearless
-      Galloped they on to the fray.
-
-    Singing in tune, how the scabbards
-      Loud on the stirrup-irons rang,
-    Clinked as the men rose in saddle,
-      Fell as they sank with a clang.
-
-    What is it moves by the river,
-      Jaded and weary and weak,
-    Gray-backs--a cross on their banner--
-      Yonder the foe whom they seek.
-
-    Silence! They see not, they hear not,
-      Tarrying there by the marge:
-    _Forward! Draw sabre! Trot! Gallop!_
-      _Charge!_ like a hurricane, _charge_!
-
-    Ah! 'twas a man-trap infernal--
-      Fire like the deep pit of hell!
-    Volley on volley to meet them,
-      Mixed with the gray rebels' yell.
-
-    Ninety had ridden to battle,
-      Tracing the enemy's track,--
-    Ninety had ridden to battle,
-      Nine of the ninety came back.
-
-    Honor the name of the ninety;
-      Honor the heroes who came
-    Scathless from five hundred muskets,
-      Safe from the lead-bearing flame.
-
-    Eighty and one of the troopers
-      Lie on the field of the slain--
-    Lie on the red field of honor:
-      Honor the nine who remain!
-
-    Cold are the dead there, and gory,
-      There where their life-blood was spilt;
-    Back come the living, each sabre
-      Red from the point to the hilt.
-
-    Give them three cheers and a tiger!
-      Let the flags wave as they come!
-    Give them the blare of the trumpet
-      Give them the roll of the drum!
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-
-MANASSAS.
-
-July 21, 1861.
-
-BY CATHERINE M. WARFIELD.
-
-    They have met at last--as storm-clouds
-              Meet in heaven,
-    And the Northmen back and bleeding
-              Have been driven:
-    And their thunders have been stilled,
-    And their leaders crushed or killed,
-    And their ranks with terror thrilled,
-              Rent and riven!
-
-    Like the leaves of Vallambrosa
-              They are lying;
-    In the moonlight, in the midnight,
-              Dead and dying:
-    Like those leaves before the gale,
-    Swept their legions, wild and pale;
-    While the host that made them quail
-              Stood, defying.
-
-    When aloft in morning sunlight
-            Flags were flaunted,
-    And "swift vengeance on the rebel"
-            Proudly vaunted:
-    Little did they think that night
-    Should close upon their shameful flight,
-    And rebels, victors in the fight,
-            Stand undaunted.
-
-    But peace to those who perished
-            In our passes!
-    Light be the earth above them;
-            Green the grasses!
-    Long shall Northmen rue the day
-    When they met our stern array,
-    And shrunk from battle's wild affray
-            At Manassas.
-
-  (Southern.)
-
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-
-UPON THE HILL BEFORE CENTREVILLE.
-
-July 21, 1861.
-
-BY GEORGE H. BOKER.
-
-
-    I'll tell you what I heard that day:
-    I heard the great guns, far away,
-    Boom after boom. Their sullen sound
-    Shook all the shuddering air around;
-    And shook, ah me! my shrinking ear,
-    And downward shook the hanging tear
-    That, in despite of manhood's pride,
-    Rolled o'er my face a scalding tide.
-    And then I prayed. O God! I prayed,
-    As never stricken saint, who laid
-    His hot cheek to the holy tomb
-    Of Jesus, in the midnight gloom.
-
-    "What saw I?" Little. Clouds of dust;
-    Great squares of men, with standards thrust
-    Against their course; dense columns crowned
-    With billowing steel. Then bound on bound,
-    The long black lines of cannon poured
-    Behind the horses, streaked and gored
-    With sweaty speed. Anon shot by,
-    Like a lone meteor of the sky,
-    A single horseman; and he shone
-    His bright face on me, and was gone.
-    All these with rolling drums, with cheers,
-    With songs familiar to my ears,
-    Passed under the far-hanging cloud,
-    And vanished, and my heart was proud!
-
-    For mile on mile the line of war
-    Extended; and a steady roar,
-    As of some distant stormy sea,
-    On the south-wind came up to me.
-    And high in air, and over all,
-    Grew, like a fog, that murky pall,
-    Beneath whose gloom of dusty smoke
-    The cannon flamed, the bombshell broke.
-    And the sharp rattling volley rang,
-    And shrapnel roared, and bullets sang,
-    And fierce-eyed men, with panting breath,
-    Toiled onward at the work of death.
-    I could not see, but knew too well,
-    That underneath that cloud of hell,
-    Which still grew more by great degrees,
-    Man strove with man in deeds like these.
-
-    But when the sun had passed his stand
-    At noon, behold! on every hand
-    The dark brown vapor backward bore,
-    And fainter came the dreadful roar
-    From the huge sea of striving men.
-    Thus spoke my rising spirit then:
-    "Take comfort from that dying sound,
-    Faint heart, the foe is giving ground!"
-    And one, who taxed his horse's powers,
-    Flung at me, "Ho! the day is ours!"
-    And scoured along. So swift his pace,
-    I took no memory of his face.
-    Then turned I once again to Heaven;
-    All things appeared so just and even;
-    So clearly from the highest Cause
-    Traced I the downward-working laws--
-    Those moral springs, made evident,
-    In the grand, triumph-crowned event.
-    So half I shouted, and half sang,
-    Like Jephtha's daughter, to the clang
-    Of my spread, cymbal-striking palms,
-    Some fragments of thanksgiving psalms.
-
-    Meanwhile a solemn stillness fell
-    Upon the land. O'er hill and dell
-    Failed every sound. My heart stood still,
-    Waiting before some coming ill.
-    The silence was more sad and dread,
-    Under that canopy of lead,
-    Than the wild tumult of the war
-    That raged a little while before.
-    All nature, in her work of death,
-    Paused for one last, despairing breath;
-    And, cowering to the earth, I drew
-    From her strong breast my strength anew.
-
-    When I arose, I wondering saw
-    Another dusty vapor draw,
-    From the far right, its sluggish way
-    Toward the main cloud, that frowning lay
-    Against the western sloping sun:
-    And all the war was re-begun,
-    Ere this fresh marvel of my sense
-    Caught from my mind significance.
-    And then--why ask me? O my God!
-    Would I had lain beneath the sod,
-    A patient clod, for many a day,
-    And from my bones and mouldering clay
-    The rank field grass and flowers had sprung,
-    Ere the base sight, that struck and stung
-    My very soul, confronted me,
-    Shamed at my own humanity.
-    O happy dead! who early fell,
-    Ye have no wretched tale to tell
-    Of causeless fear and coward flight,
-    Of victory snatched beneath your sight,
-    Of martial strength and honor lost,
-    Of mere life bought at any cost,
-    Of the deep, lingering mark of shame,
-    For ever scorched on brow and name,
-    That no new deeds, however bright,
-    Shall banish from men's loathful sight!
-
-    Ye perished in your conscious pride,
-    Ere this vile scandal opened wide
-    A wound that cannot close nor heal.
-    Ye perished steel to levelled steel,
-    Stern votaries of the god of war,
-    Filled with his godhead to the core!
-    Ye died to live, these lived to die,
-    Beneath the scorn of every eye!
-    How eloquent your voices sound
-    From the low chambers under ground!
-    How clear each separate title burns
-    From your high-set and laurelled urns!
-    While these, who walk about the earth,
-    Are blushing at their very birth!
-    And, though they talk, and go, and come,
-    Their moving lips are worse than dumb.
-    Ye sleep beneath the valley's dew,
-    And all the nation mourns for you;
-    So sleep till God shall wake the lands!
-    For angels, armed with fiery brands,
-    Await to take you by the hands.
-
-    The right-hand vapor broader grew;
-    It rose, and joined itself unto
-    The main cloud with a sudden dash.
-    Loud and more near the cannon's crash
-    Came toward me, and I heard a sound
-    As if all hell had broken bound--
-    A cry of agony and fear.
-    Still the dark vapor rolled more near,
-    Till at my very feet it tossed,
-    The vanward fragments of our host.
-    Can man, Thy image, sink so low,
-    Thou, who hast bent Thy tinted bow
-    Across the storm and raging main;
-    Whose laws both loosen and restrain
-    The powers of earth, without whose will
-    No sparrow's little life is still?
-    Was fear of hell, or want of faith,
-    Or the brute's common dread of death
-    The passion that began a chase,
-    Whose goal was ruin and disgrace?
-    What tongue the fearful sight may tell?
-    What horrid nightmare ever fell
-    Upon the restless sleep of crime--
-    What history of another time--
-    What dismal vision, darkly seen
-    By the stern-featured Florentine,
-    Can give a hint to dimly draw
-    The likeness of the scene I saw?
-    I saw, yet saw not. In that sea,
-    That chaos of humanity,
-    No more the eye could catch and keep
-    A single point, than on the deep
-    The eye may mark a single wave,
-    Where hurrying myriads leap and rave.
-    Men of all arms, and all costumes,
-    Bare-headed, decked with broken plumes;
-    Soldiers and officers, and those
-    Who wore but civil-suited clothes;
-    On foot or mounted--some bestrode
-    Steeds severed from their harnessed load;
-    Wild mobs of white-topped wagons, cars,
-    Of wounded, red with bleeding scars;
-    The whole grim panoply of war
-    Surged on me with a deafening roar!
-    All shades of fear, disfiguring man,
-    Glared through their faces' brazen tan.
-    Not one a moment paused, or stood
-    To see what enemy pursued.
-    With shrieks of fear, and yells of pain,
-    With every muscle on the strain,
-    Onward the struggling masses bore.
-    Oh! had the foemen lain before,
-    They'd trampled them to dust and gore,
-    And swept their lines and batteries
-    As autumn sweeps the windy trees!
-    Here one cast forth his wounded friend,
-    And with his sword or musket-end
-    Urged on the horses; there one trod
-    Upon the likeness of his God,
-    As if 'twere dust; a coward here
-    Grew valiant with his very fear,
-    And struck his weaker comrade prone,
-    And struggled to the front alone.
-    All had one purpose, one sole aim,
-    That mocked the decency of shame,--
-    To fly, by any means to fly;
-    They cared not how, they asked not why.
-    I found a voice. My burning blood
-    Flamed up. Upon a mound I stood;
-    I could no more restrain my voice
-    Than could the prophet of God's choice.
-    "Back, animated dirt!" I cried,
-    "Back, on your wretched lives, and hide
-    Your shame beneath your native clay!
-    Or if the foe affrights you, slay
-    Your own base selves; and, dying, leave
-    Your children's tearful cheeks to grieve,
-    Not quail and blush, when you shall come,
-    Alive, to their degraded home!
-    Your wives will look askance with scorn;
-    Your boys, and infants yet unborn,
-    Will curse you to God's holy face!
-    Heaven holds no pardon in its grace
-    For cowards. Oh! are such as ye
-    The guardians of our liberty?
-    Back, if one trace of manhood still
-    May nerve your arm and brace your will!
-    You stain your country in the eyes
-    Of Europe and her monarchies!
-    The despots laugh, the peoples groan;
-    Man's cause is lost and overthrown!
-    I curse you, by the sacred blood
-    That freely poured its purple flood
-    Down Bunker's heights, on Monmouth's plain,
-    From Georgia to the rocks of Maine!
-    I curse you, by the patriot band
-    Whose bones are crumbling in the land!
-    By those who saved what these had won--
-    In the high name of Washington!"
-    Then I remember little more.
-    As the tide's rising waves, that pour
-    Over some low and rounded rock,
-    The coming mass, with one great shock,
-    Flowed o'er the shelter of my mound,
-    And raised me helpless from the ground.
-    As the huge shouldering billows bear,
-    Half in the sea and half in air,
-    A swimmer on their foaming crest,
-    So the foul throng beneath me pressed,
-    Swept me along, with curse and blow,
-    And flung me-where, I ne'er shall know.
-
-    When I awoke, a steady rain
-    Made rivulets across the plain;
-    And it was dark--oh, very dark.
-    I was so stunned as scarce to mark
-    The ghostly figures of the trees,
-    Or hear the sobbing of the breeze
-    That flung the wet leaves to and fro.
-    Upon me lay a dismal woe,
-    A boundless, superhuman grief,
-    That drew no promise of relief
-    From any hope. Then I arose,
-    As one who struggles up from blows
-    By unseen hands; and as I stood
-    Alone, I thought that God was good,
-    To hide, in clouds and driving rain,
-    Our low world from the angel train,
-    Whose souls filled heroes when the earth
-    Was worthy of their noble birth.
-    By that dull instinct of the mind,
-    Which leads aright the helpless blind,
-    I struggled onward, till the dawn
-    Across the eastern clouds had drawn
-    A narrow line of watery gray;
-    And full before my vision lay
-    The great dome's gaunt and naked bones
-    Beneath whose crown the nation thrones
-    Her queenly person. On I stole,
-    With hanging head and abject soul,
-    Across the high embattled ridge,
-    And o'er the arches of the bridge.
-    So freshly pricked my sharp disgrace,
-    I feared to meet the human face,
-    Skulking, as any woman might,
-    Who'd lost her virtue in the night,
-    And sees the dreadful glare of day
-    Prepare to light her homeward way,
-    Alone, heart-broken, shamed, undone,
-    I staggered into Washington!
-    Since then long sluggish days have passed,
-    And on the wings of every blast
-    Have come the distant nations' sneers
-    To tingle in our blushing ears.
-    In woe and ashes, as was meet,
-    We wore the penitential sheet.
-    But now I breathe a purer air,
-    And from the depths of my despair
-    Awaken to a cheering morn,
-    Just breaking through the night forlorn,
-    A morn of hopeful victory.
-    Awake, my countrymen, with me!
-    Redeem the honor which you lost.
-    With any blood, at any cost!
-    I ask not how the war began,
-    Nor how the quarrel branched and ran
-    To this dread height. The wrong or right
-    Stands clear before God's faultless sight.
-    I only feel the shameful blow,
-    I only see the scornful foe,
-    And vengeance burns in every vein
-    To die, or wipe away the stain.
-    The war-wise hero of the west,
-    Wearing his glories as a crest,
-    Of trophies gathered in your sight,
-    Is arming for the coming fight.
-    Full well his wisdom apprehends
-    The duty and its mighty ends;
-    The great occasion of the hour,
-    That never lay in human power
-    Since over Yorktown's tented plain
-    The red cross fell, nor rose again.
-    My humble pledge of faith I lay,
-    Dear comrade of my school-boy day,
-    Before thee, in the nation's view,
-    And if thy prophet prove untrue,
-    And from our country's grasp be thrown
-    The sceptre and the starry crown,
-    And thou, and all thy marshalled host
-    Be baffled and in ruin lost;
-    Oh! let me not outlive the blow
-    That seals my country's overthrow!
-    And, lest this woful end come true,
-    Men of the North, I turn to you.
-    Display your vaunted flag once more,
-    Southward your eager columns pour!
-    Sound trump, and fife, and rallying drum;
-    From every hill and valley come.
-    Old men, yield up your treasured gold!
-    Can liberty be priced and sold?
-    Fair matrons, maids, and tender brides
-    Gird weapons to your lovers' sides;
-    And though your hearts break at the deed,
-    Give them your blessing and God-speed;
-    Then point them to the field of flame,
-    With words like those of Sparta's dame;
-    And when the ranks are full and strong,
-    And the whole army moves along,
-    A vast result of care and skill,
-    Obedient to the master will;
-    And your young hero draws the sword,
-    And gives the last commanding word
-    That hurls your strength upon the foe--
-    Oh! let them need no second blow.
-    Strike, as your fathers struck of old;
-    Through summer's heat, and winter's cold;
-    Through pain, disaster, and defeat;
-    Through marches tracked with bloody feet;
-    Through every ill that could befall
-    The holy cause that bound them all!
-    Strike as they struck for liberty!
-    Strike as they struck to make you free!
-    Strike for the crown of victory!
-
-                             END OF VOL. I.
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-Title: American War Ballads and Lyrics, Volume I (of 2)
-       A Collection of the Songs and Ballads of the Colonial wars,
-              the revolutions, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico
-              and the Civil War
-
-Author: Various
-
-Editor: George Cary Eggleston
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-<p class="ph1"><a id="Knickerbocker_Nuggets">Knickerbocker Nuggets</a></p>
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-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Nugget</span>&mdash;"A diminutive mass of precious metal"</p>
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-<p class="center">26 VOLS. NOW READY</p>
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-<p class="center">For full list see end of this volume
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-<span class="i0">"And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there."<br /></span>
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-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p>
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-<h1><em><span class="red">AMERICAN WAR BALLADS<br />
-
-AND LYRICS</span><br />
-
-<span class="large">A COLLECTION OF THE SONGS AND BALLADS OF THE<br />
-COLONIAL WARS, THE REVOLUTION, THE WAR<br />
-OF 1812-15, THE WAR WITH MEXICO<br />
-AND THE CIVIL WAR</span></em></h1>
-
-
-<p class="p2"><em>EDITED BY</em></p>
-
-<p class="xlarge"><em>GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON</em></p>
-
-<p class="p2"><em>VOLUME I.</em></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 418px;">
-<img src="images/titlepage.jpg" width="418" height="417" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="p2"><em>NEW YORK AND LONDON</em></p>
-
-<p class="center"><em><span class="xlarge">G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS</span></em><br />
-<span class="old-english">The Knickerbocker Press</span>
-</p>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span></p>
-
-<p class="center p6"><span class="smcap">Copyright</span><br />
-<span class="smcap">G. P. Putnam's Sons</span><br />
-1889</p>
-
-<p class="center p4"><span class="old-english">The Knickerbocker Press, New York</span><br />
-Electrotyped and Printed by<br />
-G. P. Putnam's Sons
-</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p>
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-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p00iii.jpg" width="600" height="113" alt="" />
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-<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
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-<div class="center">
-<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="CONTENTS">
-  <tr>
-    <td></td>
-    <th>PAGE</th>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Acknowledgement</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Preface and Introduction</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Colonial Wars</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Lovewell's Fight</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Song of Braddock's Men</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Revolutionary War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Liberty Tree</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Free America</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Emancipation from British Dependence</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Paul Revere's Ride</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Warren's Address</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Nathan Hale</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Ballad of Nathan Hale</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Battle of Trenton</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Fate of John Burgoyne</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Progress of Sir Jack Brag</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">War and Washington</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Columbia</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Taxation of America</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Battle of the Kegs</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Carmen Bellicosum</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Yankee Man-of-War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Paul Jones' Victory</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Royal Adventurer</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Eutaw Springs</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">An Ancient Prophecy</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Dance</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Song of Marion's Men</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Hail Columbia</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The War of 1812-15</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Truxton's Victory</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The "Constellation" and the "Insurgente"</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Wasp's Frolic</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">"Constitution" and "Guerri�re"</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The "United States" and "Macedonian"</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The "United States" and "Macedonian"</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Perry's Victory</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Yankee Thunders</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Ye Parliament of England</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Comrades! Join the Flag of Glory</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Our Navy</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Star-Spangled Banner</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Sea and Land Victories</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Old Ironsides</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Mexican War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Monterey</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Buena Vista</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_151">151</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Bivouac of the Dead</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Civil War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_165">165</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Brother Jonathan's Lament for Sister Caroline</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Twelfth of April</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Men of the North and West</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Rhode Island to the South</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Our Country's Call</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_178">178</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">A Cry to Arms</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Banner of the Stars</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Flag of the Constellation</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_186">186</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Stars and Stripes</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Bonnie Blue Flag</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Stripes and the Stars</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Dixie</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_193">193</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Oath of Freedom</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_197">197</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Civil War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_200">200</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Massachusetts Line</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_202">202</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Bethel</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">The Charge by the Ford</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Manassas</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td class="tdp"><span class="smcap">Upon the Hill before Centreville</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_214">214</a></td>
-  </tr>
-</table><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a><br /><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p00vii.jpg" width="600" height="144" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2>
-
-
-<div class="center">
-<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="ILLUSTRATIONS">
-  <tr>
-    <td></td>
-    <th>PAGE</th>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Star-Spangled Banner</span></td>
-    <td><em><a href="#Knickerbocker_Nuggets">Frontispiece</a></em></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Colonial Wars</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Lovewell's Fight</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Song of Braddock's Men</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Revolutionary War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Paul Revere's Ride</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Ballad of Nathan Hale</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Battle of Trenton</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Fate of John Burgoyne</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Carmen Bellicosum</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Yankee Man-of-War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Paul Jones' Victory</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Song of Marion's Men</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The War of 1812-15</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Truxton's Victory</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">"Constitution" and "Guerri�re"</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Star-Spangled Banner</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Old Ironsides</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Mexican War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Monterey</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Buena Vista</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Civil War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_165">165</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Twelfth of April</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Banner of the Stars</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Civil War</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_200">200</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">The Massachusetts Line</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_202">202</a></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><span class="smcap">Bethel</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td>
-  </tr>
-</table></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p00viii.jpg" width="600" height="189" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="center"><em>Typogravures by W. Kurtz.</em>
-</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p001.jpg" width="600" height="141" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2>ACKNOWLEDGMENT.</h2>
-
-
-<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap">The</span> editor of these volumes makes grateful acknowledgment
-of the courtesy of Messrs. Houghton,
-Mifflin, &amp; Co., Harper &amp; Brothers, Ticknor &amp; Co., and
-D. Lothrop &amp; Co., in freely permitting him to make use
-of poems of which they own the copyright, and of their
-other good offices. He feels himself indebted also to the
-living authors of many poems here presented, for their
-readiness in consenting to the use of their writings, and
-for the care that many of them have taken to furnish
-him with correct versions of poems commonly printed
-in inaccurate forms. He is under special obligations in
-this regard to General Albert Pike, who has furnished
-a transcript, from his own copy of a rare, privately
-printed volume, of the stirring ballad "Buena Vista,"
-for which a vain search had been made.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a><br /><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p003.jpg" width="600" height="138" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2>PREFACE AND INTRODUCTION.</h2>
-
-
-<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap">In</span> the preparation of these volumes there has been no
-attempt at completeness. The literature from which
-the materials are drawn is much too vast to be compressed
-into two little volumes like these. The aim has
-been simply to make the collection fairly representative
-in character, and to include in it those pieces relating to
-our several wars which best reflect the spirit of the times
-that produced them.</p>
-
-<p>The work of selection in such a case must always be
-difficult and the result more or less unsatisfactory. There
-are many reasons for this, some of which no one who has
-not undertaken a task of this kind can fully appreciate.
-There is no fixed standard of judgment by which to
-make a certainly just comparative estimate of the quality
-of several poems, some of which must be taken and the
-others left. Merit, in the case of war poems, is the composite
-result of so many different things that no criticism<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>
-can hope to make an entirely satisfactory qualitative
-analysis of such literature. The poetic quality of some
-pieces entitles them to editorial acceptance, quite irrespective
-of other considerations, while there are other
-pieces having very little poetic quality, or none at all,
-whose claim to consideration on other grounds is incontestable.
-Mr. Stedman's "Wanted&mdash;A Man," Mr. William
-Winter's exquisitely tender poem "After All," Miss
-Osgood's "Driving Home the Cows," and Mr. George
-Parsons Lathrop's "Keenan's Charge," may serve as
-examples of pieces which no editor with the least capacity
-of poetic appreciation would hesitate to include in
-such a collection on the ground of merit even if their
-character were somewhat at variance, as in this case it
-is not, with the scheme of the collection. On the other
-hand there are such things as "Three Hundred Thousand
-More," several of the rude songs of the war of 1812, and
-many other pieces, which make equally imperative claims
-to favor on grounds that have no relation to the question
-of poetic merit.</p>
-
-<p>The song concerning the "Constitution and Guerri�re,"
-for example, is very nearly as destitute of poetic quality
-as metrical writing can be, and yet no editor of a collection
-like this would think of omitting a piece that had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>
-for so many years stirred the hearts of patriots and
-moved them to rejoice in the achievements of their country's
-heroes.</p>
-
-<p>The complex nature of the considerations that must
-determine the choice of poems for inclusion is but one of
-several difficulties encountered in the execution of such
-a task as this. In any event, many things must be
-omitted which merit insertion, and the reader who misses
-a favorite piece is prompt to point to others which seem
-to him less worthy, and to ask why these were not made
-to give place to the one omitted. There are three answers
-to be made to the challenge of such a reader: first, that
-his judgment in the matter may be wrong; second, that
-the editor, being human, may have erred in his choice;
-and third, that in a collection intended to be broadly
-representative rather than complete, preference must
-sometimes be given to the less worthy piece which
-happens to reflect some phase of sentiment not otherwise
-presented, even at the cost of sacrificing the worthier one
-which illustrates aspects otherwise sufficiently shown.</p>
-
-<p>So much by way of explanation, not of apology; for
-if a book be in need of apology, no apology can be
-sufficient for it.</p>
-
-<p>In the matter of arrangement the poems naturally fall<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
-into five principal groups. Within the groups the
-chronology of the events referred to has been adopted
-as a general rule of arrangement, while for the most
-part poems that have no reference to particular events or
-epochs have been placed at the end of the groups to
-which they belong. No rule of arrangement, however,
-has been permitted to dominate other considerations
-where other considerations have seemed the more important.</p>
-
-<p>In presenting the ballads and lyrics of the civil war, it
-has been thought best not to give those from the North
-and those from the South in separate groups. There are
-several objections to such an arrangement, of which it is
-perhaps sufficient to mention a single one, namely, that
-by the separation of poems relating to the same events
-or the same aspects of the struggle, much of their historical
-significance is lost, and the comparison which the
-reflective reader naturally wishes to make between the
-moods, impulses, aspirations, and points of view of the
-poets on opposite sides is rendered much more difficult
-and less satisfactory.</p>
-
-<p>It would be a special pity, for example, not to place in
-juxtaposition Bryant's "Our Country's Call" and Timrod's
-"A Cry to Arms." An essay of no little value to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>
-the student of the inner springs of history might be
-written upon these two poems with their strange similarities
-and their still stranger contrasts. Indeed a critic
-of creative ability might almost reconstruct the history
-of the events which produced the war, and discover the
-characters and circumstances and, above all, the points
-of view of the people on either side of the contest, by
-a study of these two appeals, even if all other sources of
-information were lost. For this and other reasons it has
-been thought best to make but a single group of the
-poems of the civil war, bringing together all those that
-relate to the same or to like subjects, and indicating
-the origin of the southern pieces by printing the word
-"Southern" at the end of each.</p>
-
-<p>In the South during the civil war, almost all the adult
-males, with some who were rather adolescent than adult,
-were under arms. As a consequence, the men who wrote
-the poetry of the Southern side were necessarily soldiers.
-But in less peculiar circumstances the men who write
-the poetry of war, the men who make the songs that
-soldiers love to sing, the men who irresistibly stir
-patriotism in the blood of youth, the men who embalm
-heroic deeds in thrilling verse, and touch all hearts to
-pity and all eyes to tears by the tender pathos of their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
-chronicles of suffering, are not the men who do the fighting.
-It was not a soldier who wrote "The Charge of the
-Light Brigade," and it was the gentle master of Abbotsford
-that interpreted the daring deeds of knightly times
-in song and story. So in our civil war the most and the
-best of the poems, except as the matter was determined
-at the South by peculiar circumstances, were the work
-of men who were not themselves combatants. Cynical
-reflections have sometimes been indulged in on this
-score, but they are unjust and shallow, as cynical reflections
-are apt to be. The qualities that make one a
-poet are not those that make one a soldier. Sometimes
-the two characters are united in one person, but that is
-rare; and the man who has the gift to write the poetry
-of a war which involves human liberty as its issue, best
-serves the cause by writing it. His part is as important
-as that of the soldier who bears arms, and his influence
-upon the result is quite as great. The patriotism and the
-courage of the Greeks owed more to Homer than to the
-warriors whose deeds he chronicled, and Paul Revere did
-far less for his country by what was after all a commonplace
-horseback journey, than Longfellow long afterward
-did by telling the story of that ride in quite other than
-commonplace poetry.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Of the extent to which the war songs and ballads of a
-people influence the character and destiny of that people,
-much has been written, and the truth is not yet half
-told. Our present concern with this literature, however,
-has less regard to its influence than to its value as historical
-material. History records the events in a nation's
-life; poetry, and especially ballad poetry, reflects the
-character, the aspirations, the passions, and the purposes
-of a people; and viewed in this light a study of the war
-ballads and lyrics of our country must fill every reader's
-mind with hope and courage. Many of the poems presented
-in these little volumes are rude, some of them
-being scarcely better than doggerel, while much of the
-material is poetry of a very high order; but there are
-certain characteristics common to all the poems, and
-these are the characteristics that distinguish a virile race
-which encounters difficulty with stalwart courage and
-confronts danger with an unruffled mind. It is the poetry
-of strength and manly self-reliance. There is not a
-plaint of weakness anywhere in it. It is inspired from
-beginning to end by a high and unfaltering faith in the
-truth of the doctrines of human liberty that underlie our
-entire history and constitute the vital principle of our
-institutions.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The ruder poems are a trifle truculent now and then
-perhaps, but some little truculence may be allowed as a
-poetic license to the poet who sings of his countrymen's
-prowess in just wars. In preparing this little collection
-the editor has had occasion to read anew the entire body
-of American war poetry of the ballad and lyric class, and
-he ends the examination with a feeling of intense satisfaction
-in the knowledge that there is not an unmanly or
-a cowardly line in it and scarcely an ungenerous one.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 440px;">
-<img src="images/p010.jpg" width="440" height="366" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 499px;">
-<img src="images/p011.jpg" width="499" height="600" alt="" />
-</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a><br /><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2>THE COLONIAL WARS</h2>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p013a.jpg" width="600" height="128" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>LOVEWELL'S FIGHT.</h3>
-
-
-<p class="drop-capw"><span class="smcap">[This</span> ballad, written in 1725, soon after the battle of
-May 8th, in that year, was said by a contemporary writer
-to be "the most beloved song in all New England,"
-though "Chevy Chace" had been known there almost as
-well as in old England. The name of the author is lost to
-us, but his work has been preserved in Penhallow's "History
-of the Wars of New England with the Eastern Indians,"
-1726. The ballad is rude and destitute of poetic
-quality; but it has extraordinary interest as the earliest
-American war ballad known to us as having been dear to
-the hearts of the people who sang or recited it. It has
-interest, also, as a reflection of manners. The commendation
-bestowed upon the chaplain for <em>scalping</em> Indians
-as well as killing them is suggestive.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p013b.jpg" width="600" height="124" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p014.jpg" width="600" height="555" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="ph3">LOVEWELL'S FIGHT.
-</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">O</span>f</span> worthy Captain Lovewell, I purpose now to sing,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">How valiantly he served his country and his king;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He and his valiant soldiers did range the woods full wide,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And hardships they endured to quell the Indian's pride.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">'T was nigh unto Pigwacket, on the eighth day of May,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They spied a rebel Indian soon after break of day;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He on a bank was walking, upon a neck of land,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which leads into a pond as we're made to understand.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our men resolved to have him, and travelled two miles round,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Until they met the Indian, who boldly stood his ground;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then up speaks Captain Lovewell: "Take you good heed," says he,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"This rogue is to decoy us, I very plainly see.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"The Indians lie in ambush, in some place nigh at hand,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In order to surround us upon this neck of land;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Therefore we'll march in order, and each man leave his pack;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That we may briskly fight them, when they make their attack."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">They came unto this Indian, who did them thus defy,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As soon as they came nigh him, two guns he did let fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which wounded Captain Lovewell, and likewise one man more,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But when this rogue was running, they laid him in his gore.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then having scalped the Indian, they went back to the spot<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where they had laid their packs down, but there they found them not.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For the Indians having spied them, when they them down did lay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Did seize them for their plunder, and carry them away.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">These rebels lay in ambush, this very place hard by,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So that an English soldier did one of them espy,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And cried out, "Here's an Indian"! with that they started out,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As fiercely as old lions, and hideously did shout.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">With that our valiant English all gave a loud huzza,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To show the rebel Indians they feared them not a straw:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So now the fight began, and as fiercely as could be,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The Indians ran up to them, but soon were forced to flee.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then spake up Captain Lovewell, when first the fight began:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Fight on, my valiant heroes! You see they fall like rain."<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For as we are informed, the Indians were so thick<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A man could scarcely fire a gun and not some of them hit.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then did the rebels try their best our soldiers to surround,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But they could not accomplish it, because there was a pond,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To which our men retreated, and covered all the rear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The rogues were forced to face them, although they skulked for fear.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Two logs there were behind them that close together lay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Without being discovered, they could not get away;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Therefore our valiant English they travelled in a row,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And at a handsome distance, as they were wont to go.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">'T was ten o'clock in the morning when first the fight begun,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And fiercely did continue until the setting sun;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Excepting that the Indians some hours before 't was night<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Drew off into the bushes and ceased awhile to fight.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But soon again returned, in fierce and furious mood.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shouting as in the morning, but yet not half so loud;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For as we are informed, so thick and fast they fell,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Scarce twenty of their number at night did get home well.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And that our valiant English till midnight there did stay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To see whether the rebels would have another fray;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But they no more returning, they made off towards their home,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And brought away their wounded as far as they could come.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Of all our valiant English there were but thirty-four,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And of the rebel Indians there were about fourscore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And sixteen of our English did safely home return,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The rest were killed and wounded, for which we all must mourn.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our worthy Captain Lovewell among them there did die,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They killed Lieutenant Robbins, and wounded good young Frye,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who was our English chaplain; he many Indians slew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And some of them he scalped when bullets round him flew.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Young Fullam, too, I'll mention, because he fought so well,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Endeavoring to save a man, a sacrifice he fell:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But yet our valiant Englishmen in fight were ne'er dismayed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But still they kept their motion, and Wymans captain made.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Who shot the old chief Pagus, which did the foe defeat,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then set his men in order, and brought off the retreat;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And braving many dangers and hardships in the way,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They safe arrived at Dunstable, the thirteenth day of May.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p018.jpg" width="600" height="145" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 551px;">
-<img src="images/p019.jpg" width="551" height="600" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE SONG OF BRADDOCK'S
-MEN.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">Fort DuQuesne Expedition, 1755.</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">T</span>o</span> arms, to arms! my jolly grenadiers!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Hark how the drums do roll it along!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To horse, to horse, with valiant good cheer;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">We'll meet our proud foe before it is long.<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Let not your courage fail you;<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Be valiant, stout, and bold;<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And it will soon avail you,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">My loyal hearts of gold.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!&mdash;again I say huzzah!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'T is nobly done,&mdash;the day's our own&mdash;huzzah, huzzah!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">March on, march on, brave Braddock leads the foremost;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The battle is begun as you may fairly see.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Stand firm, be bold, and it will soon be over;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">We'll soon gain the field from our proud enemy.<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">A squadron now appears, my boys;<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">If that they do but stand!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Boys, never fear, be sure you mind<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">The word of command!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!&mdash;again I say huzzah!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'T is nobly done,&mdash;the day's our own&mdash;huzzah, huzzah!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">See how, see how, they break and fly before us!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">See how they are scattered all over the plain!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Now, now&mdash;now, now, our country will adore us!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In peace and in triumph, boys, when we return again!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Then laurels shall our glory crown<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">For all our actions told:<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">The hills shall echo all around,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">My loyal hearts of gold.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Huzzah, my valiant countrymen!&mdash;again I say huzzah!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'T is nobly done,&mdash;the day's our own&mdash;huzzah, huzzah!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p020.jpg" width="600" height="124" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 524px;">
-<img src="images/p021.jpg" width="524" height="600" alt="" />
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a><br /><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2>THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR</h2>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p023.jpg" width="600" height="127" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>LIBERTY TREE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By THOMAS PAINE.</span></p>
-
-<p class="center">(Published in the <cite>Pennsylvania Magazine</cite>, 1775.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">I</span>n</span> a chariot of light from the regions of day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The Goddess of Liberty came;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ten thousand celestials directed the way,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And hither conducted the dame.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A fair budding branch from the gardens above,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Where millions with millions agree,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She brought in her hand as a pledge of her love,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And the plant she named <em>Liberty Tree</em>.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Like a native it flourished and bore;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The fame of its fruit drew the nations around,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">To seek out this peaceable shore.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Unmindful of names or distinction they came,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For freemen like brothers agree;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With one spirit endued, they one friendship pursued,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And their temple was <em>Liberty Tree</em>.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their bread in contentment they ate,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Unvexed with the troubles of silver and gold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The cares of the grand and the great.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With timber and tar they Old England supplied,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And supported her power on the sea;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her battles they fought, without getting a groat,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For the honor of <em>Liberty Tree</em>.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But hear, O ye swains, 'tis a tale most profane,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">How all the tyrannical powers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Kings, Commons, and Lords, are uniting amain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">To cut down this guardian of ours;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Through the land let the sound of it flee,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In defence of our <em>Liberty Tree</em>.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p024.jpg" width="600" height="100" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p025.jpg" width="600" height="124" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>FREE AMERICA.</h3>
-
-
-<p>[This poem first appeared in the newspapers in 1774,
-and was ascribed to Joseph Warren.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">T</span>hat</span> seat of Science, Athens,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And earth's proud mistress, Rome;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where now are all their glories?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We scarce can find a tomb.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then guard your rights, Americans,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Nor stoop to lawless sway;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Oppose, oppose, oppose, oppose,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We led fair Freedom hither,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And lo, the desert smiled!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A paradise of pleasure<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Was opened in the wild!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your harvest, bold Americans,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No power shall snatch away!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For free America.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Torn from a world of tyrants,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Beneath this western sky,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We formed a new dominion,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A land of liberty:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The world shall own we're masters here;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then hasten on the day:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For free America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Proud Albion bowed to C�sar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And numerous lords before;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To Picts, to Danes, to Normans,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And many masters more:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But we can boast, Americans,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We've never fallen a prey;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For free America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">God bless this maiden climate,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And through its vast domain<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">May hosts of heroes cluster,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who scorn to wear a chain:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And blast the venal sycophant<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That dares our rights betray;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For free America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Lift up your hands, ye heroes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And swear with proud disdain,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">The wretch that would ensnare you,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shall lay his snares in vain:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Should Europe empty all her force,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We'll meet her in array,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And fight and shout, and shout and fight<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Some future day shall crown us,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The masters of the main,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our fleets shall speak in thunder<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To England, France, and Spain;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the nations over the ocean spread<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shall tremble and obey<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The sons, the sons, the sons, the sons,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Of brave America.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 482px;">
-<img src="images/p027.jpg" width="482" height="366" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p028.jpg" width="600" height="116" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>EMANCIPATION FROM BRITISH DEPENDENCE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By</span> PHILIP FRENEAU.</p>
-
-
-<p>[The following note explanatory of references to
-proper names, etc., in this poem is copied from Duyckinck's
-edition of Freneau.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<p><span class="smcap">Note.</span>&mdash;Sir James Wallace, Admiral Graves, and Captain
-Montague, were British naval officers, employed
-on our coast. The <em>Viper</em> and <em>Rose</em> were vessels in the
-service. Lord Dunmore, the last royal governor of Virginia,
-had recently, in April, 1775, removed the public
-stores from Williamsburg, and, in conjunction with a
-party of adherents, supported by the naval force on
-the station, was making war on the province. William
-Tryon, the last Royal governor of New York, informed
-of a resolution of the Continental Congress: "That it
-be recommended to the several provincial assemblies
-in conventions and councils, or committees of safety,
-to arrest and secure every person in their respective<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>
-colonies whose going at large may, in their opinion,
-endanger the safety of the colony or the liberties of
-America," discerning the signs of the times, took refuge
-on board the Halifax packet in the harbor, and left the
-city in the middle of October, 1775.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p029.jpg" width="600" height="305" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p030.jpg" width="600" height="127" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">EMANCIPATION FROM BRITISH DEPENDENCE.</p>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By</span> PHILIP FRENEAU.
-</p>
-<div class="center">
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><i lang="la">Libera nos, Domine</i> &mdash;Deliver us, O Lord,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Not only from British dependence, but also,<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-</div>
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">F</span>rom</span> a junto that labor for absolute power,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whose schemes disappointed have made them look sour;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the lords of the council, who fight against freedom<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who still follow on where delusion shall lead 'em.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From groups at St. James's who slight our Petitions,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And fools that are waiting for further submissions;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From a nation whose manners are rough and abrupt,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From scoundrels and rascals whom gold can corrupt.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From pirates sent out by command of the king<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To murder and plunder, but never to swing;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From Wallace, and Graves, and <em>Vipers</em>, and <em>Roses</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whom, if Heaven pleases, we'll give bloody noses.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From the valiant Dunmore, with his crew of banditti<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who plunder Virginians at Williamsburg city,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From hot-headed Montague, mighty to swear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The little fat man with his pretty white hair.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From bishops in Britain, who butchers are grown,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From slaves that would die for a smile from the throne,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From assemblies that vote against Congress' proceedings,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">(Who now see the fruit of their stupid misleadings).<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From Tryon, the mighty, who flies from our city,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And swelled with importance, disdains the committee;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">(But since he is pleased to proclaim us his foes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What the devil care we where the devil he goes.)<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From the caitiff, Lord North, who would bind us in chains,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From our noble King Log, with his toothful of brains,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who dreams, and is certain (when taking a nap)<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He has conquered our lands as they lay on his map.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From a kingdom that bullies, and hectors, and swears.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I send up to Heaven my wishes and prayers<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That we, disunited, may freemen be still,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And Britain go on&mdash;to be damn'd if she will.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1775<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p031.jpg" width="600" height="194" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p032.jpg" width="600" height="124" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>PAUL REVERE'S RIDE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">L</span>isten</span>, my children, and you shall hear<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hardly a man is now alive<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who remembers that famous day and year.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">He said to his friend: "If the British march<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By land or sea from the town to-night,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of the North Church tower as a signal light,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">One, if by land, and two, if by sea;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And I on the opposite shore will be,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ready to ride and spread the alarm<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through every Middlesex village and farm,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For the country folk to be up and to arm."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then he said "Good-night," and with muffled oar<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Silently row'd to the Charlestown shore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Just as the moon rose over the bay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where swinging wide at her moorings lay<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 548px;">
-<img src="images/p033.jpg" width="548" height="600" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The <em>Somerset</em>, British man-of-war;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A phantom ship, with each mast and spar<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Across the moon like a prison bar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And a huge black hulk, that was magnified<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By its own reflection in the tide.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Meanwhile his friend, through alley and street,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Wanders and watches with eager ears,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till in the silence around him he hears<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The muster of men at the barrack-door,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the measured tread of the grenadiers<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Marching down to their boats on the shore.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then he clim'd the tower of the Old North Church,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To the belfry-chamber overhead,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And startled the pigeons from their perch<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On the sombre rafters, that round him made<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Masses and moving shapes of shade,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To the highest window in the wall,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where he paused to listen and look down<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A moment on the roofs of the town,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the moonlight flowing over all.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Beneath, in the churchyard lay the dead,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In their night-encampment on the hill,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Wrapp'd in silence so deep and still<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The watchful night-wind, as it went<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Creeping along from tent to tent,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A moment only he feels the spell<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of the lonely belfry and the dead;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For suddenly all his thoughts are bent<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On a shadowy something far away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where the river widens to meet the bay,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A line of black that bends and floats<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Booted and spurr'd, with a heavy stride<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On the opposite shore walk'd Paul Revere.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Now he patted his horse's side,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Now gazed at the landscape far and near,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then, impetuous, stamp'd the earth,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And turn'd and tighten'd his saddle-girth;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But mostly he watch'd with eager search<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The belfry-tower of the Old North Church,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As it rose above the graves on the hill,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A second lamp in the belfry burns.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">A hurry of hoofs in a village street,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">That was all; and yet, through the gloom and the light<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The fate of a nation was riding that night;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Kindled the land into flame with its heat.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">He has left the village and mounted the steep,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And under the alders that skirt its edge,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">It was twelve by the village clock<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He heard the crowing of the cock,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the barking of the farmer's dog,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And felt the damp of the river's fog,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That rises after the sun goes down.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">It was one by the village clock<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When he galloped into Lexington.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He saw the gilded weathercock<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Swim in the moonlight as he pass'd,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Gaze at him with spectral glare,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As if they already stood aghast<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">At the bloody work they would look upon.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">It was two by the village clock<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When he came to the bridge in Concord town,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">He heard the bleating of the flock,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the twitter of birds among the trees,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And felt the breath of the morning breeze<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Blowing over the meadows brown.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And one was safe and asleep in his bed<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who at the bridge would be first to fall.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who that day would be lying dead,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Pierced by a British musket-ball.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">You know the rest: in the books you have read,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">How the British regulars fired and fled,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">How the farmers gave them ball for ball,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From behind each fence and farmyard wall,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Chasing the red-coats down the lane,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then crossing the fields to emerge again<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Under the trees at the turn of the road,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And only pausing to fire and load.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">So through the night rode Paul Revere,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And so through the night went his cry of alarm<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To every Middlesex village and farm,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A cry of defiance, and not of fear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And a word that shall echo for evermore!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For, borne on the night-wind of the past,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through all our history to the last,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In the hour of darkness, and peril, and need,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The people will waken and listen to hear<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the midnight message of Paul Revere.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p038.jpg" width="600" height="131" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>WARREN'S ADDRESS.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By</span> JOHN PIERPONT.</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">S</span>tand!</span> the ground's your own, my braves!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ye give it up to slaves?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ye look for greener graves?<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Hope ye mercy still?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What's the mercy despots feel?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hear it in that battle peal!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Read it on yon bristling steel!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Ask it,&mdash;ye who will.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Fear ye foes who kill for hire?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ye to your homes retire?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Look behind you!&mdash;they're afire!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And, before you, see<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who have done it! From the vale<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On they come!&mdash;and will ye quail?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Leaden rain and iron hail<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Let their welcome be!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In the God of battles trust!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Die we may,&mdash;and die we must:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">But, oh where can dust to dust<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Be consign'd so well,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As where Heaven its dews shall shed<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On the martyr'd patriot's bed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the rocks shall raise their head<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Of his deeds to tell?<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p039.jpg" width="600" height="343" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p040.jpg" width="600" height="118" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>NATHAN HALE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By</span> FRANCIS M. FINCH.</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">T</span>o</span> drum-beat and heart-beat,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A soldier marches by;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">There is color in his cheek,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">There is courage in his eye,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Yet to drum-beat and heart-beat<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In a moment he must die.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">By starlight and moonlight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">He seeks the Briton's camp;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He hears the rustling flag,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And the arm�d sentry's tramp;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the starlight and moonlight<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">His silent wanderings lamp.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">With slow tread and still tread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">He scans the tented line;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And he counts the battery guns,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">By the gaunt and shadowy pine;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And his slow tread and still tread<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Gives no warning sign.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The dark wave, the plumed wave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">It meets his eager glance;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And it sparkles 'neath the stars,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Like the glimmer of a lance&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A dark wave, a plumed wave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">On an emerald expanse.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">A sharp clang, a still clang,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And terror in the sound!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For the sentry, falcon-eyed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In the camp a spy hath found;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With a sharp clang, a steel clang,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The patriot is bound.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">With calm brow, steady brow,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">He listens to his doom;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In his look there is no fear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Nor a shadow-trace of gloom;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But with calm brow and steady brow<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">He robes him for the tomb.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In the long night, the still night,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">He kneels upon the sod;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the brutal guards withhold<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">E'en the solemn word of God!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In the long night, the still night,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">He walks where Christ hath trod.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">'Neath the blue morn, the sunny morn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">He dies upon the tree;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And he mourns that he can lose<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">But one life for Liberty;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And in the blue morn, the sunny morn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">His spent wings are free.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But his last words, his message-words,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">They burn, lest friendly eye<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Should read how proud and calm<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A patriot could die,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With his last words, his dying words,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A soldier's battle-cry.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">From monument and urn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The sad of earth, the glad of heaven,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">His tragic fate shall learn;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And on Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The name of <span class="smcap">Hale</span> shall burn!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p042.jpg" width="600" height="311" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p043.jpg" width="600" height="312" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE BALLAD OF NATHAN HALE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(Moore's "Songs and Ballads of the American Revolution." 1856.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">T</span>he</span> breezes went steadily through the tall pines,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A-saying "oh! hu-ush!" a-saying "oh! hu-ush!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As stilly stole by a bold legion of horse,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For Hale in the bush, for Hale in the bush.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Keep still!" said the thrush as she nestled her young<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In a nest by the road; in a nest by the road.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"For the tyrants are near, and with them appear<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What bodes us no good, what bodes us no good."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The brave captain heard it, and thought of his home<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In a cot by the brook; in a cot by the brook.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With mother and sister and memories dear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He so gayly forsook; he so gayly forsook.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Cooling shades of the night were coming apace,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The tattoo had beat; the tattoo had beat.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The noble one sprang from his dark lurking-place,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To make his retreat; to make his retreat.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">He warily trod on the dry rustling leaves,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As he passed through the wood, as he passed through the wood;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And silently gained his rude launch on the shore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As she played with the flood; as she played with the flood.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The guards of the camp, on that dark, dreary night,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Had a murderous will; had a murderous will.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They took him and bore him afar from the shore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To a hut on the hill; to a hut on the hill.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">No mother was there, nor a friend who could cheer,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In that little stone cell; in that little stone cell.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But he trusted in love, from his Father above,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In his heart, all was well; in his heart, all was well.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">An ominous owl, with his solemn bass voice,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Sat moaning hard by; sat moaning hard by:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"The tyrant's proud minions most gladly rejoice,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For he soon must die; for he soon must die."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The brave fellow told them, no thing he restrained,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The cruel general! the cruel general!&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His errand from camp, of the ends to be gained,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And said that was all; and said that was all.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">They took him and bound him and bore him away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Down the hill's grassy side; down the hill's grassy side.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'T was there the base hirelings, in royal array,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His cause did deride; his cause did deride.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Five minutes were given, short moments, no more,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For him to repent; for him to repent.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He prayed for his mother, he asked not another,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To Heaven he went; to Heaven he went.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The faith of a martyr the tragedy showed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As he trod the last stage; as he trod the last stage.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And Britons will shudder at gallant Hale's blood<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As his words do presage, as his words do presage.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Thou pale king of terrors, thou life's gloomy foe,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Go frighten the slave; go frighten the slave;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Tell tyrants, to you their allegiance they owe.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No fears for the brave; no fears for the brave."<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 428px;">
-<img src="images/p045.jpg" width="428" height="279" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 575px;">
-<img src="images/p046.jpg" width="575" height="600" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE BATTLE OF TRENTON</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(From Griswold's
-"Curiosities of
-American literature."
-1843.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">O</span>n</span> Christmas-day in seventy-six,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our ragged troops, with bayonets fixed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For Trenton marched away.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The Delaware see! the boats below!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The light obscured by hail and snow!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">But no signs of dismay.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our object was the Hessian band,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That dared invade fair freedom's land,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And quarter in that place.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Great Washington he led us on,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whose streaming flag, in storm or sun;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Had never known disgrace.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In silent march we passed the night,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Each soldier panting for the fight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Though quite benumbed with frost.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Greene on the left at six began,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The right was led by Sullivan<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Who ne'er a moment lost.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Their pickets stormed, the alarm was spread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That rebels risen from the dead<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Were marching into town.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Some scampered here, some scampered there,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And some for action did prepare;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">But soon their arms laid down.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Twelve hundred servile miscreants,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With all their colors, guns, and tents,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Were trophies of the day.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The frolic o'er, the bright canteen,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In centre, front, and rear was seen<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Driving fatigue away.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now, brothers of the patriot bands,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let's sing deliverance from the hands<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Of arbitrary sway.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And as our life is but a span,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let's touch the tankard while we can.<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In memory of that day.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 359px;">
-<img src="images/p048.jpg" width="359" height="600" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>The Fate of <span class="smcap">John Burgoyne</span></h3>
-
-<p class="center">(From Griswold's "Curiosities of American Literature.")</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">W</span>hen</span> Jack the king's commander<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Was going to his duty,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through all the crowd he smiled and bowed<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To every blooming beauty.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The city rung with feats he'd done<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In Portugal and Flanders,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And all the town thought he'd be crowned<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The first of Alexanders.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">To Hampton Court he first repairs<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To kiss great George's hand, sirs;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then to harangue on state affairs<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Before he left the land, sirs.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The "Lower House" sat mute as mouse<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To hear his grand oration;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And "all the peers," with loudest cheers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Proclaimed him to the nation.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then off he went to Canada,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Next to Ticonderoga,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And quitting those away he goes<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Straightway to Saratoga.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">With great parade his march he made<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To gain his wished-for station,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While far and wide his minions hied<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To spread his "Proclamation."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">To such as stayed he offers made<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of "pardon on submission;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But savage bands should waste the lands<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of all in opposition."<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But ah, the cruel fates of war!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">This boasted son of Britain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When mounting his triumphal car,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With sudden fear was smitten.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The sons of Freedom gathered round,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His hostile bands confounded,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And when they'd fain have turned their back<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They found themselves surrounded!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In vain they fought, in vain they fled;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their chief, humane and tender,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To save the rest soon thought it best<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His forces to surrender.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Brave St. Clair, when he first retired,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Knew what the fates portended;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And Arnold and heroic Gates<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His conduct have defended.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Thus may America's brave sons<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With honor be rewarded,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And be the fate of all her foes<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The same as here recorded.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p051.jpg" width="600" height="121" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE PROGRESS OF SIR JACK BRAG.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(McCarty's National Song-Book.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">S</span>aid</span> Burgoyne to his men, as they passed in review,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">These rebels their course very quickly will rue,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And fly as the leaves 'fore the autumn tempest flew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When him who is your leader they know, boys!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">They with, men have now to deal,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And we soon will make them feel&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That a loyal Briton's arm, and a loyal Briton's steel,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Can put to flight a rebel, as quick as other foe, boys!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo-o-o-o, boys!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">As to Sa-ra-tog' he came, thinking how to jo the game,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He began to see the grubs, in the branches of his fame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He began to have the trembles, lest a flash should be the flame<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">For which he had agreed his perfume to forego, boys!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">No lack of skill, but fates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Shall make us yield to Gates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The devils may have leagued, as you know, with the States,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But we never will be beat by any mortal foe, boys!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo-o-o-o, boys!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 518px;">
-<img src="images/p052.jpg" width="518" height="449" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p053.jpg" width="600" height="114" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>WAR AND WASHINGTON.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(As sung during the Revolution.)</p>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWARD.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">V</span>ain</span> Britons, boast no longer with proud indignity,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By land your conquering legions, your matchless strength at sea,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Since we, your braver sons incensed, our swords have girded on,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza, for war and Washington.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Urged on by North and vengeance those valiant champions came,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Loud bellowing Tea and Treason, and George was all on flame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Yet sacrilegious as it seems, we rebels still live on,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And laugh at all their empty puffs, huzza for Washington!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Still deaf to mild entreaties, still blind to England's good,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You have for thirty pieces betrayed your country's blood.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Like Esop's greedy cur you'll gain a shadow for your bone,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Yet find us fearful shades indeed inspired by Washington.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Mysterious! unexampled! incomprehensible!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The blundering schemes of Britain their folly, pride, and zeal,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Like lions how ye growl and threat! mere asses have you shown,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And ye shall share an ass's fate, and drudge for Washington!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Your dark unfathomed councils our weakest heads defeat,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our children rout your armies, our boats destroy your fleet,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And to complete the dire disgrace, cooped up within a town,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You live the scorn of all our host, the slaves of Washington!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Great Heaven! is this the nation whose thundering arms were hurled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through Europe, Afric, India? whose navy ruled a world?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The lustre of your former deeds, whole ages of renown,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lost in a moment, or transferred to us and Washington!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Yet think not thirst of glory unsheaths our vengeful swords<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To rend your bands asunder, or cast away your cords,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Tis heaven-born freedom fires us all, and strengthens each brave son,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From him who humbly guides the plough, to god-like Washington.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">For this, oh could our wishes your ancient rage inspire,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your armies should be doubled, in numbers, force, and fire.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then might the glorious conflict prove which best deserved the boon,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">America or Albion, a George or Washington!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Fired with the great idea, our Fathers' shades would rise,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To view the stern contention, the gods desert their skies;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And Wolfe, 'midst hosts of heroes, superior bending down,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Cry out with eager transport, God save great Washington!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Should George, too choice of Britons, to foreign realms apply,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And madly arm half Europe, yet still we would defy<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Turk, Hessian, Jew, and Infidel, or all those powers in one,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While Adams guards our senate, our camp great Washington!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Should warlike weapons fail us, disdaining slavish fears,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To swords we'll beat our ploughshares, our pruning-hooks to spears,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And rush, all desperate, on our foe, nor breathe till battle won,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then shout, and shout America! and conquering Washington!<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Proud France should view with terror, and haughty Spain revere,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While every warlike nation would court alliance here;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And George, his minions trembling round, dismounting from his throne<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Pay homage to America and glorious Washington!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 446px;">
-<img src="images/p056.jpg" width="446" height="441" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p057.jpg" width="600" height="139" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>COLUMBIA.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By TIMOTHY DWIGHT.</span></p>
-
-<p class="center">(From Kettell's "Specimens," 1829. Written during the author's
-service as an army chaplain, 1777-78.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">C</span>olumbia</span>, Columbia, to glory arise,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The queen of the world, and the child of the skies;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While ages on ages thy splendor unfold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Thy reign is the last, and the noblest of time,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Most fruitful thy soil most inviting thy clime;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let the crimes of the east ne'er encrimson thy name,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Be freedom, and science, and virtue thy fame.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">To conquest and slaughter let Europe aspire;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whelm nations in blood, and wrap cities in fire;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Thy heroes the rights of mankind shall defend,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And triumph pursue them, and glory attend,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A world is thy realm: for a world be thy laws,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Enlarged as thine empire, and just as thy cause;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On Freedom's broad basis, that empire shall rise,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Extend with the main, and dissolve with the skies.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Fair science her gates to thy sons shall unbar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the east see the morn hide the beams of her star.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">New bards, and new sages, unrivalled shall soar<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fame unextinguished, when time is no more;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To thee, the last refuge of virtue designed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shall fly from all nations the best of mankind;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Here, grateful to heaven, with transport shall bring<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their incense, more fragrant than odors of spring.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Nor less shall thy fair ones to glory ascend,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And genius and beauty in harmony blend;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The graces of form shall awake pure desire,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the charms of the soul ever cherish the fire;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their sweetness unmingled, their manners refined,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And virtue's bright image, instamped on the mind,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With peace and soft rapture shall teach life to glow,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And light up a smile in the aspect of woe.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Thy fleets to all regions thy power shall display,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The nations admire and the ocean obey;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Each shore to thy glory its tribute unfold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the east and the south yield their spices and gold.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As the day-spring unbounded, thy splendor shall flow,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And earth's little kingdoms before thee shall bow;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the ensigns of union, in triumph unfurled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hush the tumult of war and give peace to the world.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Thus, as down a lone valley, with cedars o'erspread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From war's dread confusion I pensively strayed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The gloom from the face of fair heaven retired;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The winds ceased to murmur; the thunders expired;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Perfumes as of Eden flowed sweetly along,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And a voice as of angels, enchantingly sung:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"The queen of the world, and the child of the skies."<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 520px;">
-<img src="images/p059.jpg" width="520" height="503" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p060.jpg" width="600" height="100" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>TAXATION OF AMERICA.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By PETER ST. JOHN, of Norwalk, Conn.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>[In Moore's "Songs and Ballads of the Revolution,"
-this poem bears date as of 1765, but the references in it to
-Burgoyne's surrender, to Brandywine, etc., indicate a
-much later date. It is possible that a part of the poem
-was written and published about 1765, and that additions
-making reference to revolutionary incidents were made
-afterward. But, internal evidence renders even this
-assumption improbable, and suggests that the date
-Moore gives is the result of some mistake.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">W</span>hile</span> I relate my story,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Americans give ear;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of Britain's fading glory<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You presently shall hear;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I'll give a true relation,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Attend to what I say<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Concerning the taxation<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of North America.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The cruel lords of Britain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who glory in their shame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The project they have hit on<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They joyfully proclaim;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Tis what they're striving after<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our right to take away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And rob us of our charter<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">There are two mighty speakers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who rule in Parliament,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who ever have been seeking<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Some mischief to invent;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Twas North, and Bute his father,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The horrid plan did lay<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A mighty tax to gather<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">They searched the gloomy regions<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of the infernal pit,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To find among their legions<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">One who excelled in wit;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To ask of him assistance,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or tell them how they may<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Subdue without resistance<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">This North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Old Satan the arch-traitor,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who rules the burning lake,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Where his chief navigator,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Resolved a voyage to take;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For the Britannic ocean<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He launches far away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To land he had no notion<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">He takes his seat in Britain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">It was his soul's intent<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Great George's throne to sit on<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And rule the Parliament;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His comrades were pursuing<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A diabolic way,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For to complete the ruin<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">He tried the art of magic<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To bring his schemes about,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">At length the gloomy project<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He artfully found out;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The plan was long indulg�d<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In a clandestine way,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But lately was divulg�d<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">These subtle arch-combiners<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Addressed the British court,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">All three were undersigners<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of this obscure report&mdash;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">There is a pleasant landscape<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That lieth far away<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Beyond the wide Atlantic,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">There is a wealthy people,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who sojourn in that land,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their churches all with steeples<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Most delicately stand:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their houses like the gilly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Are painted red and gay:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They flourish like the lily<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Their land with milk and honey<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Continually doth flow,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The want of food or money<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They seldom ever know:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They heap up golden treasure,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They have no debts to pay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They spend their time in pleasure<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">On turkeys, fowls, and fishes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Most frequently they dine,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With gold and silver dishes<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their tables always shine.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They crown their feasts with butter,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They eat, and rise to play;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">In silks their ladies flutter,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">With gold and silver laces<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They do themselves adorn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The rubies deck their faces,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Refulgent as the morn:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Wine sparkles in their glasses,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They spend each happy day<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In merriment and dances<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Let not our suit affront you,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When we address your throne;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">O King, this wealthy country<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And subjects are your own,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And you, their rightful sovereign<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They truly must obey,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You have a right to govern<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">This North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O King, you've heard the sequel<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of what we now subscribe:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Is it not just and equal<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To tax this wealthy tribe?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The question being ask�d,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His majesty did say,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">My subjects shall be tax�d<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Invested with a warrant,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">My publicans shall go,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The tenth of all their current<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They surely shall bestow;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">If they indulge rebellion,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or from my precepts stray,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I'll send my war battalion<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I'll rally all my forces<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By water and by land,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">My light dragoons and horses<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shall go at my command;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I'll burn both town and city,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With smoke becloud the day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I'll show no human pity<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Go on, my hearty soldiers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You need not fear of ill&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">There's Hutchinson and Rogers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their functions will fulfill&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They tell such ample stories,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Believe them sure we may,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">One half of them are tories<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">My gallant ships are ready<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To waft you o'er the flood,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">And in my cause be steady,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which is supremely good.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Go ravage, steal, and plunder,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And you shall have the prey;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They quickly will knock under<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The laws I have enacted<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I never will revoke,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Although they are neglected,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">My fury to provoke.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I will forbear to flatter,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I'll rule the mighty sway,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I'll take away the charter<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O George! you are distracted,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You'll by experience find<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The laws you have enacted<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Are of the blackest kind.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I'll make a short digression,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And tell you by the way,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We fear not your oppression<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our fathers were distress�d<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While in their native land;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By tyrants were oppress�d<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As we do understand;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">For freedom and religion<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They were resolved to stray,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And trace the desert regions<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Heaven was their sole protector<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While on the roaring tide,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Kind fortune their director,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And providence their guide.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">If I am not mistaken,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">About the first of May,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">This voyage was undertaken<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">If rightly I remember,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">This country to explore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They landed in November<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On Plymouth's desert shore.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The savages were nettled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With fear they fled away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So peaceably they settled<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We are their bold descendants,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For liberty we'll fight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The claim to independence<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We challenge as our right;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'T is what kind Heaven gave us,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who can take it away?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">O Heaven, sure it will save us<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We never will knock under,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">O George! we do not fear<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The rattling of your thunder,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Nor lightning of your spear;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Though rebels you declare us,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We're strangers to dismay;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Therefore you cannot scare us<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">To what you have commanded<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We never will consent,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Although your troops are landed<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Upon our continent;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We'll take our swords and muskets,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And march in dread array,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And drive the British red-coats<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We have a bold commander,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who fears not sword or gun,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The second Alexander,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His name is Washington.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His men are all collected,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And ready for the fray,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fight they are directed<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For North America.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We've Greene, and Gates, and Putnam,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To manage in the field,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A gallant train of footmen,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who'd rather die than yield;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A stately troop of horsemen<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Trained in a martial way,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For to augment our forces<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Proud George, you are engag�d<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">All in a dirty cause,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A cruel war have wag�d<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Repugnant to all laws.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Go tell the savage nations<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You're crueler than they,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fight your own relations<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Ten millions you've expended,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And twice ten millions more;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our riches you intended<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Should pay the mighty score.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who now will stand your sponsor,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your charges to defray?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For sure you cannot conquer<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">This North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">I'll tell you, George, in metre,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">If you'll attend awhile;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">We've forced your bold Sir Peter<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From Sullivan's fair isle.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">At Monmouth, too, we gain�d<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The honors of the day&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The victory we obtain�d<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Surely we were your betters<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hard by the Brandywine;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We laid him fast in fetters<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whose name was John Burgoyne;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We made your Howe to tremble<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With terror and dismay;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">True heroes we resemble,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Confusion to the tories,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That black infernal name<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In which Great Britain glories,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Forever to her shame;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We'll send each foul revolter<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To smutty Africa,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or noose him in a halter<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">A health to our brave footmen,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who handle sword and gun,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To Greene, and Gates, and Putnam,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And conquering Washington;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their names be wrote in letters<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which never will decay,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">While sun and moon do glitter<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Success unto our allies<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In Holland, France, and Spain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who man their ships and galleys,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our freedom to maintain;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">May they subdue the rangers<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of proud Britannia,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And drive them from their anchors<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Success unto the Congress<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of these United States,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who glory in the conquests<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of Washington and Gates;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To all, both land and seamen,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who glory in the day<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When we shall all be freemen<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Success to legislation,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That rules with gentle hand,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To trade and navigation<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By water and by land.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">May all with one opinion<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our wholesome laws obey,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Throughout this vast dominion<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of North America.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p072.jpg" width="600" height="114" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By FRANCIS HOPKINSON.</span></p>
-
-<p class="center">(From "The Miscellaneous Essays and Occasional Writings," 1792.)</p>
-
-
-<p>[This ballad was occasioned by a real incident. Certain
-machines in the form of kegs, charged with gunpowder,
-were sent down the river to annoy the British
-shipping then at Philadelphia. The danger of these
-machines being discovered, the British manned the
-wharfs and shipping, and discharged their small-arms
-and cannons at every thing they saw floating in the
-river during the ebb tide.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Author's Note.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">G</span>allants</span> attend and hear a friend<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Trill forth harmonious ditty,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Strange things I'll tell which late befell<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In Philadelphia city.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">'T was early day, as poets say,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Just when the sun was rising,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A soldier stood on a log of wood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And saw a thing surprising.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">As in amaze he stood to gaze,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The truth can't be denied, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He spied a score of kegs or more<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Come floating down the tide, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">A sailor, too, in jerkin blue,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">This strange appearance viewing,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">First damned his eyes, in great surprise,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Then said: "Some mischief's brewing.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"These kegs, I'm told, the rebels hold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Packed up like pickled herring;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And they're come down to attack the town,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In this new way of ferrying."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The soldier flew, the sailor too,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And scared almost to death, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Wore out their shoes, to spread the news,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And ran till out of breath, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now up and down throughout the town,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Most frantic scenes were acted;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And some ran here, and others there,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Like men almost distracted.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Some fire cried, which some denied,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">But said the earth had quak�d;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And girls and boys, with hideous noise,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Ran through the streets half nak�d.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Sir William he, snug as a flea,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Lay all this time a snoring,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Nor dreamed of harm as he lay warm,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">*<span style="margin-left: 20%">*</span><span style="margin-left: 20%">*</span><span style="margin-left: 20%">*</span><span style="margin-left: 20%">*</span><br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now in a fright, he starts upright,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Awaked by such a clatter;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries:<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For God's sake, what's the matter?<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">At his bedside he then espied,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Sir Erskine at command, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Upon one foot he had one boot,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And th' other in his hand, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Arise, arise," Sir Erskine cries,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">"The rebels&mdash;more's the pity,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Without a boat are afloat,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And ranged before the city.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"The motley crew, in vessels new,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With Satan for their guide, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Packed up in bags, or wooden kegs,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Come driving down the tide, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Therefore prepare for bloody war,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">These kegs must all be routed<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or surely we despised shall be,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And British courage doubted."<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The royal band now ready stand<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">All ranged in dread array, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With stomach stout to see it out,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And make a bloody day, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The cannons roar from shore to shore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The small arms make a rattle;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Since wars began I'm sure no man<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">E'er saw so strange a battle.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The rebel dales, the rebel vales<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With rebel trees surrounded,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The distant woods, the hills and floods,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With rebel echoes sounded.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The fish below swam to and fro,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Attacked from every quarter;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Why sure, thought they, the devil's to pay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">'Mongst folks above the water.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The kegs, 't is said, though strongly made,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Of rebel staves and hoops, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Could not oppose their powerful foes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The conquering British troops, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From morn to night these men of might<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Displayed amazing courage;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And when the sun was fairly down,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Retired to sup their porridge.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">A hundred men with each a pen,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Or more upon my word, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">It is most true would be too few,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their valor to record, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Such feats did they perform that day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Against these wicked kegs, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That years to come, if they get home,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p076.jpg" width="600" height="301" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p077.jpg" width="600" height="128" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>CARMEN BELLICOSUM.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By GUY HUMPHREY McMASTER.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i6"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">I</span>n</span> their ragged regimentals<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Stood the old Continentals,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Yielding not,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">When the grenadiers were lunging,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">And like hail fell the plunging<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Cannon shot;<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">When the files<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Of the isles<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the smoky night-encampment bore the banner of the rampant<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Unicorn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And grummer, grummer, grummer rolled the roll of the drummer,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Through the morn!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i6">Then with eyes to the front all,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">And with guns horizontal<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Stood our sires;<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">And the balls whistled deadly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">And in streams flashing redly<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>
-<span class="i12">Blazed the fires;<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">As the roar<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">On the shore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Swept the strong battle breakers o'er the green sodded acres<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Of the plain;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Cracking amain!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i6">Now like smiths at their forges<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Worked the red Saint George's<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Cannoneers;<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">And the "villainous saltpetre"<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Rung a fierce, discordant metre<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Round their ears;<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">As the swift<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Storm drift,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With hot, sweeping anger, came the horse guard's clangor<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">On our flanks.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then higher, higher, higher burned the old-fashioned fire<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Through the ranks!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i6">Then the old-fashioned colonel<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Galloped through the white, infernal<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Powder cloud;<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">And his broad sword was swinging,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">And his brazen throat was ringing<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
-<span class="i12">Trumpet loud.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Then the blue<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Bullets flew<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the trooper jackets redden at the touch of the leaden<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Rifle breath;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And rounder, rounder, rounder roared the iron six-pounder<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Hurling death!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p079.jpg" width="600" height="549" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p080.jpg" width="600" height="328" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE YANKEE MAN-OF-WAR.</h3>
-
-
-<p>[Descriptive of the daring bravery of Captain John
-Paul Jones, in his cruise in the Irish Channel in 1778.]</p>
-
-<p class="center">(From Admiral Luce's "Naval Songs.")</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">'T</span>is</span> of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the whistling wind from the west-nor'-west blew through the pitch-pine spars,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With her starboard tacks a-board, my boys, she hung upon the gale,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On an autumn night we raised the light on the old head of Kinsale.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">It was a clear and cloudless night, and the wind blew steady and strong,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As gaily over the sparkling deep our good ship bowled along;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With the foaming seas beneath her bow the fiery waves she spread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And bending low her bosom of snow, she buried her lee cat-head.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">There was no talk of shortening sail by him who walked the poop,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And under the press of her pond'ring jib, the boom bent like a hoop!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the groaning water-ways told the strain that held her stout main-tack,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But he only laughed as he glanced aloft at a white and silv'ry track.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The mid-tide meets in the channel waves that flow from shore to shore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the mist hung heavy upon the land from Featherstone to Dunmore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And that sterling light in Tusker Rock where the old bell tolls each hour,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the beacon light that shone so bright was quench'd on Waterford Tower.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The nightly robes our good ship wore were her three topsails set<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her spanker and her standing jib&mdash;the courses being fast;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">"Now, lay aloft! my heroes bold, let not a moment pass!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And royals and top-gallant sails were quickly on each mast.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">What looms upon our starboard bow? What hangs upon the breeze?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Tis time our good ship hauled her wind a-breast the old Saltee's,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For by her ponderous press of sail and by her consorts four<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We saw our morning visitor was a British man-of-war.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Up spake our noble Captain then, as a shot ahead of us past&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Haul snug your flowing courses! lay your topsail to the mast!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Those Englishmen gave three loud hurrahs from the deck of their covered ark,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And we answered back by a solid broadside from the decks of our patriot bark.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Out booms! out booms!" our skipper cried, "out booms and give her sheet,"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the swiftest keel that was ever launched shot ahead of the British fleet,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And a-midst a thundering shower of shot with stun'-sails hoisting away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Down the North Channel Paul Jones did steer just at the break of day.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p083.jpg" width="600" height="586" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>PAUL JONES'
-VICTORY</h3></div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">(Battle between the <em>Bon Homme Richard</em>
-and the <em>Serapis</em>, September 23, 1779.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">A</span>n</span> American Frigate:&mdash;a frigate of fame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With guns mounting forty, <em>The Richard</em> by name,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Sailed to cruise in the channels of old England,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With a valiant commander, Paul Jones was his name.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hurrah! Hurrah! Our country forever, Hurrah!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We had not cruised long, before he espies<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A large forty-four, and a twenty likewise;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Well manned with bold seamen, well laid in with stores,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In consort to drive us from old England's shores.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hurrah! Hurrah! Our country forever, Hurrah!<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">About twelve at noon, Pearson came alongside,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With a loud speaking trumpet, "Whence came you?" he cried:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Return me an answer&mdash;I hailed you before,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or if you do not, a broadside I'll pour." Hurrah!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Paul Jones then said to his men, every one,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Let every true seaman stand firm to his gun!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We'll receive a broadside from this bold Englishman,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And like true Yankee sailors, return it again." Hurrah!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The contest was bloody, both decks ran with gore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the sea seemed to blaze, while the cannon did roar.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Fight on, my brave boys," then Paul Jones he cried,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"And soon we will humble this bold Englishman's pride." Hurrah!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Stand firm to your quarters&mdash;your duty don't shun,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The first one that shrinks, through the body I'll run,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Though their force is superior, yet they shall know,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What true, brave American seamen can do." Hurrah!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The battle rolled on, till bold Pearson cried:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Have you yet struck your colors? then come alongside!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But so far from thinking that the battle was won,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Brave Paul Jones replied: "I've not yet begun!" Hurrah!<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We fought them eight glasses, eight glasses so hot,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till seventy bold seamen lay dead on the spot.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And ninety brave seamen lay stretched in their gore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the pieces of cannon most fiercely did roar.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our gunner, in great fright to Captain Jones came,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"We gain water quite fast and our side's in a flame."<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then Paul Jones said in the height of his pride:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"If we cannot do better, boys, sink alongside!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The <em>Alliance</em> bore down, and the <em>Richard</em> did rake,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which caused the bold hearts of our seamen to ache:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our shots flew so hot that they could not stand us long,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the undaunted Union-of-Britain came down.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">To us they did strike and their colors hauled down;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The fame of Paul Jones to the world shall be known,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His name shall rank with the gallant and brave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who fought like a hero&mdash;our freedom to save.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now all valiant seamen where'er you may be,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who hear of this combat that's fought on the sea,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">May you all do like them, when called to do the same,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And your names be enrolled on the pages of fame.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Your country will boast of her sons that are brave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And to you she will look from all dangers to save,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She'll call you dear sons, in her annals you'll shine,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the brows of the brave shall green laurels entwine.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">So now, my brave boys, have we taken a prize&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A large 44, and a 20 likewise!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then God bless the mother whose doom is to weep<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The loss of her sons in the ocean so deep.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1813.<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 466px;">
-<img src="images/p086.jpg" width="466" height="363" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p087.jpg" width="600" height="159" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE ROYAL ADVENTURER.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By PHILIP FRENEAU.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>[In the year 1781, Prince William Henry (afterward
-William IV.), third son of George III., came to New
-York as a midshipman, accompanied by Admiral Digby.
-The tory authorities of the city overwhelmed the boy&mdash;he
-was just sixteen years old&mdash;with adulation, recording
-it as their conviction that his gracious presence in the
-country would shame the patriots out of their rebellion
-and win them to submission and loyalty.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">P</span>rince William</span>, of the Brunswick race,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To witness George's sad disgrace<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The royal lad came over,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Rebels to kill, by right divine&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Derived from that industrious line,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The beggars of Hanover.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">So many chiefs got broken pates<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In vanquishing the rebel states,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">So many nobles fell,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That George the Third in passion cried:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Our royal blood must now be tried;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">'Tis that must break the spell;<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"To you [the fat pot-valiant swain<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To Digby said], dear friend of mine,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">To you I trust my boy;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The rebel tribes shall quake with fears,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Rebellion die when he appears,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">My tories leap with joy."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">So said, so done&mdash;the lad was sent,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But never reached the continent,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">An island held him fast&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Yet there his friends danced rigadoons,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The Hessians sung in high Dutch tunes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">"Prince William's come at last!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Prince William's come!"&mdash;the Briton cried&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Our labors now will be repaid&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Dominion be restored&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our monarch is in William seen,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He is the image of our queen,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Let William be adored!"<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The tories came with long address,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With poems groaned the royal press,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And all in William's praise&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The youth, astonished, looked about<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To find their vast dominions out,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Then answered in amaze:<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Where all your vast domain can be,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Friends, for my soul I cannot see;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">'Tis but an empty name;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Three wasted islands and a town<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In rubbish buried&mdash;half burnt down,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Is all that we can claim;<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"I am of royal birth, 'tis true,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But what, my sons, can princes do,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">No armies to command?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Cornwallis conquered and distrest&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Sir Henry Clinton grown a jest&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">I curse&mdash;and quit the land."<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;">
-<img src="images/p089.jpg" width="423" height="274" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p090.jpg" width="600" height="137" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>EUTAW SPRINGS.</h3>
-
-<div class="hangindent">
-
-<p>TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS, UNDER
-GENERAL GREENE, IN SOUTH CAROLINA, WHO FELL
-IN THE ACTION OF SEPTEMBER 8, 1781, AT EUTAW
-SPRINGS.</p></div>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By PHILIP FRENEAU.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">A</span>t</span> Eutaw Springs the valiant died:<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their limbs with dust are covered o'er&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Weep on, ye springs, your tearful tide;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">How many heroes are no more!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">If in this wreck of ruin they<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Can yet be thought to claim a tear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">O smite thy gentle breast, and say<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The friends of freedom slumber here!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Thou who shalt trace this bloody plain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">If goodness rules thy generous breast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Sigh for the wasted, rural reign;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Sigh for the shepherds, sunk to rest!<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Stranger, their humble graves adorn;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">You too may fall and ask a tear;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Tis not the beauty of the morn<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That proves the evening shall be clear&mdash;<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">They saw their injured country's woe;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The flaming town, the wasted field;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">They took the spear,&mdash;but left the shield.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Led by thy conquering genius, Greene,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The Britons they compelled to fly;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">None distant viewed the fatal plain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">None grieved, in such a cause to die&mdash;<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But, like the Parthian, famed of old,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Who, flying still their arrows threw;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">These routed Britons, full as bold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Retreated, and retreating slew.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now rest in peace, our patriot band;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Though far from Nature's limits thrown,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We trust they find a happier land,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A brighter sunshine of their own.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p092.jpg" width="600" height="146" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>AN ANCIENT PROPHECY.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By PHILIP FRENEAU.</span></p>
-
-<p class="center">(Written soon after the surrender of Cornwallis.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">W</span>hen</span> a certain great King, whose initial is G.,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Forces stamps upon paper and folks to drink tea;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When these folks burn his tea and stampt-paper, like stubble,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You may guess that this King is then coming to trouble.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But when a Petition he treads under feet,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And sends over the ocean an army and fleet,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When that army, half famished, and frantic with rage,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Is cooped up with a leader whose name rhymes to <em>cage</em>;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When that leader goes home, dejected and sad;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You may then be assur'd the King's prospects are bad.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But when B. and C. with their armies are taken<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">This King will do well if he saves his own bacon:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In the year Seventeen hundred and eighty and two<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A stroke he shall get, that will make him look blue;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">And soon, very soon, shall the season arrive,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When Nebuchadnezzar to pasture shall drive.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In the year eighty-three, the affair will be over<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And he shall eat turnips that grow in Hanover;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The face of the Lion will then become pale,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He shall yield fifteen teeth and be sheared of his tail&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">O King, my dear King, you shall be very sore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the <em>Stars</em> and the <em>Stripes</em> you will mercy implore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And your Lion shall growl, but hardly bite more.&mdash;<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 518px;">
-<img src="images/p093.jpg" width="518" height="441" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p094.jpg" width="600" height="131" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE DANCE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(Published soon after the surrender of Cornwallis.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">C</span>ornwallis</span> led a country dance,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The like was never seen, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Much retrograde and much advance,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And all with General Greene, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">They rambled up and rambled down,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Joined hands, then off they run, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our General Greene to Charlestown,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The earl to Wilmington, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Greene in the South then danced a set,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And got a mighty name, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Cornwallis jigged with young Fayette,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">But suffered in his fame, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then down he figured to the shore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Most like a lordly dancer,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And on his courtly honor swore<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">He would no more advance, sir.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Quoth he, my guards are weary grown<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With footing country dances,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They never at St. James's shone,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">At capers, kicks or prances.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Though men so gallant ne'er were seen,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">While sauntering on parade, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or wriggling o'er the park's smooth green,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Or at a masquerade, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Yet are red heels and long-laced skirts,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For stumps and briars meet, sir?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or stand they chance with hunting-shirts,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Or hardy veteran feet, sir?<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now housed in York, he challenged all,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">At minuet or all 'amande,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And lessons for a courtly ball<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">His guards by day and night conned.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">This challenge known, full soon there came,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A set who had the bon ton,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">De Grasse and Rochambeau, whose fame<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Fut brillant pour un long tems.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And Washington, Columbia's son,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Whom easy nature taught, sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That grace which can't by pains be won,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Or Plutus's gold be bought, sir.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now hand in hand they circle round<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">This ever-dancing peer, sir;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their gentle movements soon confound<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The earl as they draw near, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">His music soon forgets to play&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">His feet can move no more,<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> sir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And all his bands now curse the day<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">They jigg�d to our shore, sir.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now Tories all, what can ye say?<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Come&mdash;is not this a griper,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That while your hopes are danced away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">'Tis you must pay the piper?<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1781.<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="footnote">
-
-<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> In all the versions of this poem examined by the editor this line
-reads "His feet can no more move, sir"; but the reading is so
-clearly wrong that it seems proper to amend it so that the obviously
-intended rhyme between "more, sir" and "shore, sir" shall appear.
-There is the greater justification for the taking of this liberty of correction
-because the poem originally appeared in carelessly edited
-contemporary prints.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></span></p></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p097.jpg" width="600" height="138" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>SONG OF MARION'S MEN.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>[A very interesting bit of literary history attaches to
-this poem. The piece appeared in Mr. Bryant's first
-collected volume of poems about 1831. Mr. Bryant sent
-the volume, with a letter, to Washington Irving, then in
-London, with whom he had no personal acquaintance,
-and invoked his good offices in inducing Murray to bring
-out an English edition of the work. The time being peculiarly
-unpropitious, Murray declined to undertake the
-venture, but Irving found another publisher, and himself
-introduced the volume in the most favorable manner,
-with a dedicatory letter of his own. While passing the
-book through the press the publisher observed in this
-poem the lines:</p>
-<div class="center">
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"The British soldier trembles<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When Marion's name is told,"<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p>
-<p>and assured Irving that he could not offer a work containing
-such a statement to a British public. It was impossible
-to consult the author, three thousand miles away,
-and Irving ventured to change the objectionable passage
-so that it should read:</p>
-<div class="center">
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"The foeman trembles in his camp<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When Marion's name is told."<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-</div>
-<p>There is no reason to believe that Mr. Bryant ever resented
-the liberty or regarded it otherwise than as an act
-of friendly intervention; but some years later William
-Leggett, who had long been Mr. Bryant's editorial associate
-in the office of the <cite>Evening Post</cite>, but had severed
-his connection with that paper, made a virulent assault
-upon Irving in the <cite>Plaindealer</cite> on account of the change
-he had made, even going so far as to intimate that both
-that and his dealings with one of his own works were
-dictated by mean sycophancy and cowardice on Irving's
-part.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p098.jpg" width="600" height="122" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p099.jpg" width="600" height="370" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">SONG OF MARION'S MEN.
-</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">O</span>ur</span> band is few, but true and tried,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Our leader frank and bold;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The British soldier trembles<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">When Marion's name is told.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our fortress is the good greenwood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Our tent the cypress tree;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We know the forest round us;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">As seamen know the sea;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We know its walls of thorny vines,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Its glades of reedy grass,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Its safe and silent islands<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Within the dark morass.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Woe to the English soldiery<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That little dread us near!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On them shall light at midnight<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A strange and sudden fear;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When, waking to their tents on fire,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">They grasp their arms in vain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And they who stand to face us<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Are beat to earth again;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And they who fly in terror deem<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A mighty host behind,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And hear the tramp of thousands<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Upon the hollow wind.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then sweet the hour that brings release<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">From danger and from toil;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We talk the battle over,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And share the battle's spoil.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The woodland rings with laugh and shout,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">As if a hunt were up,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And woodland flowers are gathered<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">To crown the soldier's cup.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With merry songs we mock the wind<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That in the pine-top grieves,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And slumber long and sweetly<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">On beds of oaken leaves.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Well knows the fair and friendly moon<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The band that Marion leads,&mdash;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">The glitter of their rifles,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The scampering of their steeds.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Tis life to guide the fiery barb<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Across the moonlight plain;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Tis life to feel the night wind<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That lifts his tossing mane.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A moment in the British camp&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A moment&mdash;and away<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Back to the pathless forest,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Before the peep of day.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Grave men there are by broad Santee,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Grave men with hoary hairs;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their hearts are all with Marion,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For Marion are their prayers.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And lovely ladies greet our band<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With kindliest welcoming,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With smiles like those of summer,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And tears like those of spring.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For them we wear these trusty arms,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And lay them down no more<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till we have driven the Briton<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Forever from our shore.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p101.jpg" width="600" height="183" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p102.jpg" width="600" height="139" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>HAIL COLUMBIA.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By JOSEPH HOPKINSON.</span></p>
-
-<p class="center">(First sung at the Chestnut Street Theatre, Philadelphia, in 1798.)</p>
-
-
-<p>[This song was inspired by the troubles with France,
-which threatened but did not actually result in open war.
-For convenience it is classed with the ballads and lyrics
-of the Revolution, to the actors in which its references
-point, though, strictly speaking, it belongs to none of
-the groups into which this collection is divided.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">H</span>ail!</span> Columbia, happy land!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hail! ye heroes, heav'n-born band,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And when the storm of war was gone,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Enjoyed the peace your valor won;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let independence be your boast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ever mindful what it cost,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Ever grateful for the prize,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let its altar reach the skies.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><em>Chorus.</em><br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i2">Firm, united let us be,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Rallying round our liberty,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">As a band of brothers joined,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Peace and safety we shall find.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Immortal patriots, rise once more!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Defend your rights, defend your shore;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let no rude foe with impious hand,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let no rude foe with impious hand<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Invade the shrine where sacred lies<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of toil and blood the well-earned prize;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While offering peace, sincere and just,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In heav'n we place a manly trust,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That truth and justice may prevail,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And ev'ry scheme of bondage fail.&mdash;<em>Chorus.</em><br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Sound, sound the trump of fame!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let Washington's great name<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ring thro' the world with loud applause!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ring thro' the world with loud applause!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let ev'ry clime to freedom dear<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Listen with a joyful ear;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With equal skill, with steady pow'r,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He governs in the fearful hour<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Of horrid war, or guides with ease<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The happier time of honest peace.&mdash;<em>Chorus.</em><br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Behold the chief, who now commands,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Once more to serve his country stands,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The rock on which the storm will beat!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The rock on which the storm will beat!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But armed in virtue, firm and true,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His hopes are fixed on heav'n and you.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When hope was sinking in dismay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When gloom obscured Columbia's day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His steady mind, from changes free,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Resolved on death or liberty.&mdash;<em>Chorus.</em><br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p104.jpg" width="600" height="98" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p105.jpg" width="600" height="507" alt="" />
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a><br /><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2>THE WAR OF 1812-15</h2>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p107.jpg" width="600" height="300" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3><em>TRUXTON'S
-VICTORY</em></h3></div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">(Action between the <em>Constellation</em> and the <em>Insurgente</em>, 9 Feb., 1799.)</p>
-
-
-<p>[This song and the one that follows it relate to a naval
-conflict of 1799, during the troubles which for a time
-threatened war between France and the United States.
-As the second of the two songs was written in 1813,
-and both were much sung at that period, it has been
-thought best to present both of them where one properly
-belongs, namely, among the poems of the last war with
-Great Britain.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">W</span>hen</span> Freedom, fair Freedom, her banner display'd,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Defying each foe whom her rights would invade,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Columbia's brave sons swore those rights to maintain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And o'er ocean and earth to establish her reign;<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">United they cry,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">While that standard shall fly,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span>
-<span class="i12">Resolved, firm, and steady,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">We always are ready<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Tho' Gallia through Europe has rushed like a flood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And deluged the earth with an ocean of blood:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While by faction she's led, while she's governed by knaves,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We court not her smiles, and will ne'er be her slaves;<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Her threats we defy,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">While our standard shall fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Resolved, firm, and steady,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">We always are ready<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Tho' France with caprice dares our Statesmen upbraid,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A tribute demands, or sets bounds to our trade;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From our young rising Navy our thunders shall roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And our Commerce extend to the earth's utmost shore.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Our cannon we'll ply,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">While our standard shall fly;<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Resolved, firm, and steady,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">We always are ready<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">To know we're resolved, let them think on the hour,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When Truxton, brave Truxton off Nevis's shore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His ship mann'd for battle, the standard unfurl'd,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And at the <em>Insurgente</em> defiance he hurled;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
-<span class="i12">And his valiant tars cry,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">While our standard shall fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Resolved, firm, and steady,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">We always are ready<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Each heart beat exulting, inspir'd by the cause;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They fought for their country, their freedom and laws;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From their cannon loud volleys of vengeance they pour'd,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the standard of France to Columbia was lower'd.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Huzza! they now cry,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Let the Eagle wave high;<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Resolved, firm, and steady,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">We always are ready<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then raise high the strain, pay the tribute that's due<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To the fair <em>Constellation</em>, and all her brave Crew;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Be Truxton revered, and his name be enrolled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Mongst the chiefs of the ocean, the heroes of old.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Each invader defy,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">While such heroes are nigh,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Who always are ready,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Resolved, firm, and steady<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fight, and to conquer, to conquer or die.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p110.jpg" width="600" height="154" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE "CONSTELLATION" AND THE "INSURGENTE."</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(Action of 9 February, 1799.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">C</span>ome</span> all ye Yankee sailors, with swords and pikes advance,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Tis time to try your courage and humble haughty France,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The sons of France our seas invade,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Destroy our commerce and our trade,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">'Tis time the reckoning should be paid!<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">To brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">On board the <em>Constellation</em>, from Baltimore we came,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We had a bold commander and Truxton was his name!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Our ship she mounted forty guns,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And on the main so swiftly runs,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">To prove to France Columbia's sons<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">Are brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We sailed to the West Indies in order to annoy<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The invaders of our commerce, to burn, sink, and destroy;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>
-<span class="i4">Our <em>Constellation</em> shone so bright,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The Frenchmen could not bear the sight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And away they scamper'd in affright,<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">From the brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">'Twas on the 9th of February, at Montserrat we lay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And there we spy'd the <em>Insurgente</em> just at the break of day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">We raised the orange and the blue,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">To see if they our signals knew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The <em>Constellation</em> and her crew<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">Of brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then all hands were called to quarters, while we pursued in chase,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With well prim'd guns, our tompions out, well spliced the main brace.<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Soon to the French we did draw nigh,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Compelled to fight, they were, or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The word was passed, "<span class="smcap">Conquer or die</span>,"<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">My brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Lord! our Cannons thunder'd with peals tremendous roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And death upon our bullets' wings that drenched their decks with gore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The blood did from their scuppers run,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Their chief exclaimed, "We are undone!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Their flag they struck, the battle won,<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">By the brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then to St. Kitts we steered, we bro't her safe in port,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The grand salute was fired and answered from the fort,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">John Adams in full bumpers toast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">George Washington, Columbia's boast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And now "the girl we love the most!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">My brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1813.<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p112.jpg" width="600" height="355" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p113.jpg" width="600" height="155" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE WASP'S FROLIC.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(Action of 18 October, 1812.)</p>
-
-
-<p>[From "Naval Songster," 1815.]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">'T</span>was</span> on board the sloop-of-war <em>Wasp</em> boys,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">We set sail from Delaware Bay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To cruise on Columbia's fair coast, sirs,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Our rights to maintain on the sea.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Three days were not passed on our station,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">When the <em>Frolic</em> came up to our view;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Says Jones, "Show the flag of our nation";<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Three cheers were then gave by our crew.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We boldly bore up to this Briton,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Whose cannon began for to roar;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The <em>Wasp</em> soon her stings from her side ran,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">When we on them a broadside did pour.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Each sailor stood firm at his quarters,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">'Twas minutes past forty and three,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When fifty bold Britons were slaughter'd,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Whilst our guns swept their masts in the sea.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Their breasts then with valor still glowing,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Acknowledged the battle we'd won,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On us then bright laurels bestowing,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">When to leeward they fired a gun.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">On their decks we the twenty guns counted,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">With a crew for to answer the same;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Eighteen was the number we mounted,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Being served by the lads of true game.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">With the <em>Frolic</em> in tow, we were standing,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">All in for Columbia's fair shore;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But fate on our laurels was frowning,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">We were taken by a seventy-four.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p114.jpg" width="600" height="188" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p115.jpg" width="600" height="588" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>"CONSTITUTION" AND
-"GUERRI�RE."</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(Action of 19 August, 1812.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i8"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">I</span>t</span> oft times has been told,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">That the British seamen bold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Could flog the tars of France so neat and handy, oh!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">But they never found their match,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Till the Yankees did them catch,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Oh, the Yankee boys for fighting are the dandy, oh!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i8">The <em>Guerri�re</em> a frigate bold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">On the foaming ocean rolled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Commanded by proud Dacres, the grandee, oh!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
-<span class="i8">With as choice a British crew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">As a rammer ever drew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Could flog the Frenchmen two to one so handy, oh!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i8">When this frigate hove in view,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Says proud Dacres to his crew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Come clear ship for action and be handy, oh!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To the weather gage, boys, get her,"<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And to make his men fight better,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Gave them to drink gun-powder mixed with brandy, oh!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i8">Then Dacres loudly cries,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">"Make this Yankee ship your prize,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You can in thirty minutes, neat and handy, oh!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Twenty-five's enough I'm sure,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And if you'll do it in a score,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I'll treat you to a double share of brandy, oh!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i8">The British shot flew hot,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Which the Yankees answered not,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till they got within the distance they called handy, oh!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">"Now," says Hull unto his crew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">"Boys, let's see what we can do,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">If we take this boasting Briton we're the dandy, oh!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i8">The first broadside we pour'd<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Carried her mainmast by the board,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which made this loftly frigate look abandon'd, oh!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>
-<span class="i8">Then Dacres shook his head,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And to his officers said,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Lord! I didn't think those Yankees were so handy, oh!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i8">Our second told so well<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">That their fore and mizzen fell,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which dous'd the Royal ensign neat and handy, oh!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">"By George!" says he, "we're done,"<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And they fired a lee gun,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the Yankees struck up Yankee Doodle Dandy, oh!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i8">Then Dacres came on board,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To deliver up his sword,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Tho' loth was he to part with it, it was so handy, oh!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">"Oh keep your sword," says Hull,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">"For it only makes you dull,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Cheer up and take a little drink of brandy, oh!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i8">Now, fill your glasses full,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And we'll drink to Captain Hull,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And so merrily we'll push about the brandy, oh!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">John Bull may toast his fill,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">But let the world say what they will,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The Yankee boys for fighting are the dandy, oh!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p118.jpg" width="600" height="123" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE "UNITED STATES" AND "MACEDONIAN."</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(Action 25 of October, 1812.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">H</span>ow</span> glows each patriot bosom that boasts a Yankee heart,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To emulate such glorious deeds and nobly take a part;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">When sailors with their thund'ring guns,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Prove to the English, French, and Danes<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">That Neptune's chosen fav'rite sons<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Are brave Yankees boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The twenty-fifth of October, that glorious happy day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When we beyond all precedent, from Britons bore the sway,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">'Twas in the ship <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Four and forty guns the rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">That she should rule, decreed the Fates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Decatur and his hardy tars were cruising on the deep,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When off the Western Islands they to and fro did sweep,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The <em>Macedonian</em> they espied,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>
-<span class="i4">"Huzza! bravo!" Decatur cried,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">"We'll humble Britain's boasted pride,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">My brave Yankee boys."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The decks were cleared, the hammocks stowed, the boatswain pipes all hands,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The tompions out, the guns well sponged, the Captain now commands;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">The boys who for their country fight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Their words, "Free Trade and Sailor's Rights!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Three times they cheered with all their might,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Those brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now chain-shot, grape, and langrage pierce through her oaken sides,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And many a gallant sailor's blood runs purpling in the tides;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">While death flew nimbly o'er their decks,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Some lost their legs, and some their necks,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And Glory's wreath our ship be-decks,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">For brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">My boys, the proud St. George's Cross, the stripes above it wave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And busy are our gen'rous tars, the conquered foe to save,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Our Captain cries "Give me your hand,"<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Then of the ship who took command<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">But brave Yankee boys?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our enemy lost her mizzen, her main and fore-top-mast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For ev'ry shot with death was winged, which slew her men so fast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">That they lost five to one in killed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And ten to one their blood was spilled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">So Fate decreed and Heaven had willed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">For brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then homeward steered the captive ship, now safe in port she lies,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The old and young with rapture viewed our sailors' noble prize;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Through seas of wine their health we'll drink,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And wish them sweet-hearts, friends, and chink,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Who 'fore they'd strike, will nobly sink<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Our brave Yankee boys.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1813.<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p120.jpg" width="600" height="131" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p121.jpg" width="600" height="125" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE "UNITED STATES" AND "MACEDONIAN."</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(Action of 25 October, 1812.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">T</span>he</span> banner of Freedom high floated unfurled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the silver-tipt surges in low homage curled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Flashing bright round the bow of Decatur's brave bark,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In contest, an "eagle"&mdash;in chasing a "lark."<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">All canvas expanded to woo the coy gale,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The ship cleared for action, in chase of a sail;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The foemen in view, every bosom beats high,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">All eager for conquest, or ready to die.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now havoc stands ready, with optics of flame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And battle-hounds "strain on the start" for the game;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The blood demons rise on the surge for their prey,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While Pity, rejected, awaits the dread fray.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The gay floating streamers of Britain appear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Waving light on the breeze as the stranger we near;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And now could the quick-sighted Yankee discern<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"<em>Macedonian</em>," emblazoned at large on her stern.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">She waited our approach, and the contest began,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But to waste ammunition is no Yankee plan;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In awful suspense every match was withheld,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the bull-dogs of Britain incessantly yelled.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Unawed by her thunders, alongside we came,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the foe seemed enwrapped in a mantle of flame;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When, prompt to the word, such a flood we return,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That Neptune aghast, thought his trident would burn.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now the lightning of battle gleams horridly red,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With a tempest of iron and hail-storm of lead;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And our fire on the foe we so copiously poured,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His mizzen and topmasts soon went by the board.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">So fierce and so bright did our flashes aspire,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They thought that their cannon had set us on fire,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"The Yankee's in flames!"&mdash;every British tar hears,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And hails the false omen with three hearty cheers.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In seventeen minutes they found their mistake,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And were glad to surrender and fall in our wake;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her decks were with carnage and blood deluged o'er,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where welt'ring in blood lay an hundred and four.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But though she was made so completely a wreck,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With blood they had scarcely encrimsoned our deck;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Only five valiant Yankees in the contest were slain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And our ship in five minutes was fitted again.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Let Britain no longer lay claim to the seas,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For the trident of Neptune is ours, if we please,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While Hull and Decatur and Jones are our boast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We dare their whole navy to come on our coast.<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Rise, tars of Columbia!&mdash;and share in the fame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which gilds Hull's, Decatur's and Jones's bright name;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Fill a bumper, and drink, "Here's success to the cause,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But Decatur supremely deserves our applause."<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">The bold <em>United States</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i12">Which four-and-forty rates,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shall ne'er be known to yield&mdash;be known to yield or fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her motto is "Glory! we conquer or we die."<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1813.<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p125.jpg" width="600" height="311" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p126.jpg" width="600" height="138" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>PERRY'S VICTORY.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(Battle of Lake Erie, 10 September, 1813.)</p>
-
-
-<p>[This ballad, clumsy as it is in construction, was very
-popular in its day, mainly, perhaps, because of the
-peculiarly dramatic character of the action it was written
-to celebrate.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">W</span>e</span> sailed to and fro in Erie's broad lake,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To find British bullies or get into their wake,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When we hoisted our canvas with true Yankee speed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the brave Captain Perry our squadron did lead.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We sailed thro' the lake, boys, in search of the foe,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In the cause of Columbia our brav'ry to show,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To be equal in combat was all our delight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As we wished the proud Britons to know we could fight.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And whether like Yeo, boys, they'd taken affright,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We could see not, nor find them by day or by night;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So cruising we went in a glorious cause,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In defence of our rights, our freedom, and laws.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">At length to our liking six sails hove in view,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Huzzah! says brave Perry, huzzah! says his crew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And then for the chase, boys, with our brave little crew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We fell in with the bullies and gave them "burgoo."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Though the force was unequal, determined to fight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We brought them to action before it was night;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We let loose our thunder, our bullets did fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Now give them your shot, boys," our commander did cry.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We gave them a broadside, our cannon to try,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Well done," says brave Perry, "for quarter they'll cry,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shot well home, my brave boys, they shortly shall see,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That quite brave as they are, still braver are we."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then we drew up our squadron, each man full of fight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And put the proud Britons in a terrible plight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The brave Perry's movements will prove fully as bold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As the fam'd Admiral Nelson's prowess of old.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The conflict was sharp, boys, each man to his guns,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For our country, her glory, the vict'ry was won,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So six sail (the whole fleet) was our fortune to take,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Here's a health to brave Perry, who governs the Lake.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1813.<br />
-</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p128.jpg" width="600" height="121" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>YANKEE THUNDERS.</h3>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">B</span>ritannia's</span> gallant streamers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Float proudly o'er the tide,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And fairly wave Columbia's stripes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In battle side by side.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And ne'er did bolder seamen meet,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Where ocean's surges pour;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">O'er the tide now they ride,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">While the bell'wing thunders roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the cannon's fire is flashing fast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And the bell'wing thunders roar.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">When Yankee meets the Briton,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Whose blood congenial flows,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By Heav'n created to be friends,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">By fortune rendered foes;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hard then must be the battle fray,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Ere well the fight is o'er;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Now they ride, side by side,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">While the bell'wing thunders roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While her cannon's fire is flashing fast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And the bell'wing thunders roar.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Still, still, for noble England<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Bold D'Acres' streamers fly;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And for Columbia, gallant Hull's<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">As proudly and as high;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Now louder rings the battle din,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And thick the volumes pour;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Still they ride, side by side,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">While the bell'wing thunders roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the cannon's fire is flashing fast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And the bell'wing thunders roar.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Why lulls Britannia's thunder,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That waked the wat'ry war?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Why stays the gallant <em>Guerri�re</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Whose streamers waved so fair?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That streamer drinks the ocean wave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That warrior's fight is o'er!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Still they ride, side by side,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">While the bell'wing thunders roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the cannon's fire is flashing fast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And the bell'wing thunders roar.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Hark! 'tis the Briton's lee gun!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Ne'er bolder warrior kneeled!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And ne'er to gallant mariners<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Did braver seamen yield.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Proud be the sires, whose hardy boys<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Then fell to fight no more:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">With the brave, mid the wave;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">When the cannon's thunders roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their spirits then shall trim the blast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And swell the thunder's roar.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Vain were the cheers of Britons,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their hearts did vainly swell,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where virtue, skill, and bravery<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With gallant Morris fell.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That heart so well in battle tried,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Along the Moorish shore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And again o'er the main,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">When Columbia's thunders roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shall prove its Yankee spirit true,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">When Columbia's thunder's roar.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Hence be our floating bulwark<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Those oaks our mountains yield;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">'Tis mighty Heaven's plain decree&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Then take the wat'ry field!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To ocean's farthest barrier then<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Your whit'ning sail shall pour;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Safe they'll ride o'er the tide,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">While Columbia's thunders roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While her cannon's fire is flashing fast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And her Yankee thunders roar.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1813.<br />
-</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p131.jpg" width="600" height="114" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>YE PARLIAMENT OF ENGLAND.</h3>
-
-
-<p>[This rudely constructed song&mdash;evidently composed
-in the forecastle, where poets are not exigent in the
-matter of rhymes, is included in this collection, notwithstanding
-its imperfections, because of the hold it took
-upon the minds of patriotic people. It was still a
-favorite song in many parts of the country as late as
-1859, and it is valuable as a reflection of the spirit
-in which the War of 1812-14 was regarded by those
-who fought it.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">Y</span>e</span> parliament of England,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">You lords and commons, too,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Consider well what you're about,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And what you're going to do;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You're now to fight with Yankees,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">I'm sure you'll rue the day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You roused the sons of liberty,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In North America.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">You first confined our commerce,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And said our ships shant trade,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">You next impressed our seamen,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And used them as your slaves;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You then insulted Rogers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">While ploughing o'er the main,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And had not we declar�d war,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">You'd have done it o'er again.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">You thought our frigates were but few,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And Yankees could not fight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Until brave Hull your <em>Guerri�re</em> took<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And banished her from your sight.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The <em>Wasp</em> then took your <em>Frolic</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">We'll nothing say to that,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The <em>Poictiers</em> being of the line,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Of course she took her back.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The next, your <em>Macedonian</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">No finer ship could swim,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Decatur took her gilt-work off,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And then he sent her in.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The <em>Java</em>, by a Yankee ship<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Was sunk, you all must know;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The <em>Peacock</em> fine, in all her plume,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">By Lawrence down did go.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then next you sent your <em>Boxer</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">To box us all about,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But we had an <em>Enterprising</em> brig<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That beat your <em>Boxer</em> out;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">We boxed her up to Portland,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And moored her off the town,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To show the sons of liberty<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The <em>Boxer</em> of renown.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The next upon Lake Erie,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Where Perry had some fun,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You own he beat your naval force,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And caused them for to run;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">This was to you a sore defeat,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The like ne'er known before&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your British squadron beat complete&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Some took, some run ashore.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">There's Rogers in the <em>President</em>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Will burn, sink, and destroy;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The <em>Congress</em>, on the Brazil coast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Your commerce will annoy;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The <em>Essex</em>, in the South Seas,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Will put out all your lights,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The flag she waves at her mast-head&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">"Free Trade and Sailor's Rights."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Lament, ye sons of Britain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Far distant is the day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When you'll regain by British force<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">What you've lost in America;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Go tell your king and parliament,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">By all the world 'tis known,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">That British force, by sea and land,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">By Yankees is o'erthrown.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Use every endeavor,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And strive to make a peace,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For Yankee ships are building fast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their navy to increase;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They will enforce their commerce,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The laws by heaven are made,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That Yankee ships in time of peace,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">To any port may trade.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1813.<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 524px;">
-<img src="images/p134.jpg" width="524" height="510" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p135.jpg" width="600" height="124" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>COMRADES! JOIN THE FLAG OF GLORY.</h3>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">C</span>omrades!</span> join the flag of glory,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Cheerily tread the deck of fame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Earn a place in future story,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Seek and win a warrior's name.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Yankee tars can laugh at dangers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">While the roaring mountain wave<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Teems with carnage&mdash;they are strangers<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">To a deed that is not brave.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">May our bannered stars as ever<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Splendidly o'er freemen burn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till the night of war is over,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Till the dawn of peace return.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1813.<br />
-</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p136.jpg" width="600" height="138" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>OUR NAVY.</h3>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i11"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">O</span>n</span> wings of glory, swift as light,<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">The sound of battle came,<br /></span>
-<span class="i11">The gallant Hull in glorious fight<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">Has won the wreaths of fame.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><em>Chorus.</em>&mdash;Let brave Columbia's noble band<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">With hearts united rise,<br /></span>
-<span class="i11">Swear to protect their native land<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">Till sacred freedom dies.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i11">Let brave Decatur's dauntless breast<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">With patriot ardor glow,<br /></span>
-<span class="i11">And in the garb of vict'ry drest<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">Triumphant blast the foe.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><em>Chorus.</em>&mdash;Let brave, etc.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i11">And Rogers with his gallant crew<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">O'er the wide ocean ride,<br /></span>
-<span class="i11">To prove their loyal spirits true,<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">And crush old Albion's pride.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><em>Chorus.</em>&mdash;Let brave, etc.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i11">Then hail another Guerri�re there,<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">With roaring broadsides hail;<br /></span>
-<span class="i11">And while the thunder rends the air<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">See Briton's sons turn pale.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><em>Chorus.</em>&mdash;Let brave, etc.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i11">"The day is ours, my boys, huzza!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">The great commander cries,<br /></span>
-<span class="i11">While all responsive roar huzza!<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">With pleasure-sparkling eyes.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><em>Chorus.</em>&mdash;Let brave, etc.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i11">Thus shall Columbia's fame be spread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">Her heaven-born eagle soar;<br /></span>
-<span class="i11">Her deeds of glory shall be read<br /></span>
-<span class="i13">When tyrants are no more.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><em>Chorus.</em>&mdash;Let brave, etc.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1813.<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 469px;">
-<img src="images/p137.jpg" width="469" height="361" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p138.jpg" width="600" height="159" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By FRANCIS SCOTT KEY.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>[Written during the bombardment of Fort McHenry,
-below Baltimore, by the British fleet, 1814, the author
-being at the time forcibly detained on board one of
-the British ships.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">O</span> Say</span>, can you see by the dawn's early light,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">On the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O say, does the star-spangled banner yet wave<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p139.jpg" width="600" height="502" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">On the shore dimly seen, through the mists of the deep,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In full glory reflected now shines on the stream.<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">'Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And where is that band who so vauntingly swore<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A home and a country shall leave us no more?<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No refuge could save the hireling and slave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the terror of death and the gloom of the grave.<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Between their loved homes and the war's desolation;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heaven-rescued land,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Praise the power that has made and preserved us a nation.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p140.jpg" width="600" height="128" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p141.jpg" width="600" height="157" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>SEA AND LAND VICTORIES.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">(From "The Naval Songster," 1815.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">W</span>ith</span> half the Western world at stake,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">See Perry on the midland lake,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">The unequal combat dare;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Unawed by vastly stronger pow'rs,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He met the foe and made him ours,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And closed the savage war.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Macdonough, too, on Lake Champlain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In ships outnumbered, guns, and men,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Saw dangers thick increase;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His trust in God and virtue's cause<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He conquer'd in the lion's jaws,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And led the way to peace.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">To sing each valiant hero's name<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whose deeds have swelled the files of fame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Requires immortal powers;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Columbia's warriors never yield<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To equal force by sea or field,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Her eagle never cowers.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Long as Niagara's cataract roars<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or Erie laves our Northern shores,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Great Brown, thy fame shall rise;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Outnumber'd by a veteran host<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of conquering heroes, Britain's boast&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Conquest was there thy prize.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">At Plattsburg, see the Spartan band,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where gallant Macomb held command,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">The unequal host oppose;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Provost confounded, vanquished flies,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Convinced that numbers won't suffice<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Where Freemen are the foes.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our songs to noblest strains we'll raise<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While we attempt thy matchless praise,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Carolina's godlike son;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While Mississippi rolls his flood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or Freemen's hearts move patriots' blood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">The palm shall be thine own.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">At Orleans&mdash;lo! a savage band,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In countless numbers gain the strand,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">"Beauty and spoil" the word&mdash;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">There Jackson with his fearless few,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The invincibles by thousands slew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And dire destruction poured.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O Britain! when the tale is told<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of Jackson's deeds by fame enrolled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Should grief and madness rise,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Remember God, the avenger, reigns,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who witnessed Havre's smoking plains,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">And Hampton's female cries.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p143.jpg" width="600" height="196" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p144.jpg" width="600" height="138" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>OLD IRONSIDES.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>[This poem was inspired by the announcement that
-the frigate <em>Constitution</em> was to be dismantled. Though
-written later it belongs among the poems of the War of
-1812, as the <em>Constitution's</em> fame was won in that war.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">A</span>y</span>, tear her tattered ensign down!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Long has it waved on high,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And many an eye has dimmed to see<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That banner in the sky;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Beneath it rung the battle shout,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And burst the cannon's roar;&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The meteor of the ocean air<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Shall sweep the clouds no more.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Where knelt the vanquished foe,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And waves were white below,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">No more shall feel the victor's tread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Or know the conquered knee;&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The harpies of the shore shall pluck<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The eagle of the sea!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p145.jpg" width="600" height="397" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O better that her shattered hulk<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Should sink beneath the wave;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her thunders shook the mighty deep,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And there should be her grave;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Nail to the mast her holy flag,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Set every threadbare sail,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And give her to the god of storms,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The lightning and the gale!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-1836.<br />
-</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a><br /><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 553px;">
-<img src="images/p147.jpg" width="553" height="600" alt="" />
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a><br /><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2>THE
-MEXICAN
-WAR</h2>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 586px;">
-<img src="images/p149.jpg" width="586" height="600" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>MONTEREY.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By Charles Fenno Hoffman.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">W</span>e</span> were not many&mdash;we who stood<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Before the iron sleet that day:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Yet many a gallant spirit would<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Give half his years if but he could<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Have with us been at Monterey.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now here, now there, the shot it hail'd<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In deadly drifts of fiery spray,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Yet not a single soldier quail'd<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When wounded comrades round them wail'd<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their dying shout at Monterey.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And on&mdash;still on our column kept<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Through walls of flame its withering way<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where fell the dead, the living stept,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Still charging on the guns which swept<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The slippery streets of Monterey.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The foe himself recoil'd aghast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">When, striking where he strongest lay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We swoop'd his flanking batteries past,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And braving full their murderous blast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Storm'd home the towers of Monterey.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our banners on those turrets wave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And there our evening bugles play:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where orange-boughs above their grave<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Keep green the memory of the brave<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Who fought and fell at Monterey.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We are not many&mdash;we who press'd<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Beside the brave who fell that day&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But who of us has not confess'd<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He'd rather share their warrior rest<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Than not have been at Monterey?<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p150.jpg" width="600" height="183" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p151a.jpg" width="600" height="125" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>BUENA VISTA.</h3>
-
-
-<p>[By some strange oversight, this fine ballad appears in
-none of the popular collections. So far as the editor can
-discover, indeed, it exists nowhere in print except in a
-volume privately printed by General Pike some years ago,
-and to his courtesy the editor is indebted for the copy
-from which the piece is here reproduced.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p151b.jpg" width="600" height="292" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p152.jpg" width="600" height="542" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">BUENA VISTA.</p>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By ALBERT PIKE.</span>
-</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">F</span>rom</span> the Rio Grande's waters to the icy lakes of Maine,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let all exult! for we have met the enemy again;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Beneath their stern old mountains we have met them in their pride,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And rolled from <span class="smcap">Buena Vista</span> back the battle's bloody tide;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where the enemy came surging swift, like the Mississippi's flood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the reaper, Death, with strong arms swung his sickle red with blood.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Santana</span> boasted loudly that, before two hours were past,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His Lancers through Saltillo should pursue us fierce and fast:&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On comes his solid infantry, line marching after line;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lo! their great standards in the sun like sheets of silver shine:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With thousands upon thousands,&mdash;yea, with more than three to one,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their forests of bright bayonets fierce-flashing in the sun.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Lo! Guanajuato's regiment; Morelos' boasted corps,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And Guadalajara's chosen troops!&mdash;all veterans tried before.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lo! galloping upon the right four thousand lances gleam,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where, floating in the morning-wind, their blood-red pennons stream;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And here his stern artillery climbs up the broad plateau:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To-day he means to strike at us an overwhelming blow.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now, <span class="smcap">Wool</span>, hold strongly to the heights! for, lo! the mighty tide<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Comes, thundering like an avalanche, deep, terrible and wide.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Now, <span class="smcap">Illinois</span>, stand steady! Now, <span class="smcap">Kentucky</span>, to their aid!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For a portion of our line, alas! is broken and dismayed:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Great bands of shameless fugitives are fleeing from the field,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the day is lost, if Illinois and brave Kentucky yield.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">One of O'Brien's guns is gone!&mdash;On, on their masses drift,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till their cavalry and infantry outflank us on the left;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our light troops, driven from the hills, retreat in wild dismay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And round us gather, thick and dark, the Mexican array.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Santana</span> thinks the day is gained; for, now approaching near,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Mi�on's</span> dark cloud of Lancers sternly menaces our rear.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now, <span class="smcap">Lincoln</span>, gallant gentleman, lies dead upon the field,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who strove to stay those cravens, when before the storm they reeled.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Fire, <span class="smcap">Washington</span>, fire fast and true! Fire, <span class="smcap">Sherman</span>, fast and far!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lo! <span class="smcap">Bragg</span> comes thundering to the front, to breast the adverse war!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Santana</span> thinks the day is gained! On, on his masses crowd,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the roar of battle swells again more terrible and loud.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Not yet!</span> Our brave old General comes to regain the day;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Kentucky</span>, to the rescue! <span class="smcap">Mississippi</span>, to the fray!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Again our line advances! Gallant <span class="smcap">Davis</span> fronts the foe,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And back before his rifles, in red waves the Lancers flow.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Upon them yet once more, ye brave! The avalanche is stayed!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Back roll the Aztec multitudes, all broken and dismayed.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Ride! <span class="smcap">May!</span>&mdash;To Buena Vista! for the Lancers gain our rear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And we have few troops there to check their vehement career.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Charge, <span class="smcap">Arkansas</span>! <span class="smcap">Kentucky</span>, charge! <span class="smcap">Yell</span>, <span class="smcap">Porter</span>, <span class="smcap">Vaughan</span>, are slain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But the shattered troops cling desperately unto that crimsoned plain;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till, with the Lancers intermixed, pursuing and pursued,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Westward, in combat hot and close, drifts off the multitude.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And May comes charging from the hills with his ranks of flaming steel,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While shattered with a sudden fire, the foe already reel:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They flee amain!&mdash;Now to the left, to stay the torrent there,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or else the day is surely lost, in horror and despair!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For their hosts pour swiftly onward, like a river in the spring,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our flank is turned, and on our left their cannon thundering.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now, good Artillery! bold Dragoons! Steady, brave hearts, be calm!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through rain, cold hail, and thunder, now nerve each gallant arm!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What though their shot fall round us here, yet thicker than the hail?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We'll stand against them, as the rock stands firm against the gale.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lo! their battery is silenced! but our iron sleet still showers:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They falter, halt, retreat!&mdash;Hurrah! the glorious day is ours!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In front, too, has the fight gone well, where upon gallant <span class="smcap">Lane</span>,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And on stout Mississippi, the thick Lancers charged in vain:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ah! brave Third Indiana! you have nobly wiped away<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The reproach that through another corps befell your State to-day;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For back, all broken and dismayed, before your storm of fire,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Santana's</span> boasted chivalry, a shattered wreck, retire.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now charge again, <span class="smcap">Santana</span>! or the day is surely lost&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For back, like broken waves, along our left your hordes are tossed.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Still faster roar his batteries,&mdash;his whole reserve moves on;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">More work remains for us to do, ere the good fight is won.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Now for your wives and children men! Stand steady yet once more!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Fight for your lives and honors! Fight as you never fought before!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Ho! <span class="smcap">Hardin</span> breasts it bravely! and heroic <span class="smcap">Bissell</span> there<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Stands firm before the storm of balls that fill the astonished air:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The Lancers dash upon them too! The foe swarm ten to one:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Hardin</span> is slain; <span class="smcap">McKee</span> and <span class="smcap">Clay</span> the last time see the sun:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And many another gallant heart, in that last desperate fray,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Grew cold, its last thought turning to its loved ones far away.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Speed, speed, Artillery! to the front!&mdash;for the hurricane of fire<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Crushes those noble regiments, reluctant to retire!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Speed swiftly! Gallop! Ah! they come! Again <span class="smcap">Bragg</span> climbs the ridge,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And his grape sweeps down the swarming foe, as a strong man moweth sedge:<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Thus baffled in their last attack, compelled perforce to yield,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Still menacing in firm array, their columns leave the field.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The guns still roared at intervals; but silence fell at last,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And on the dead and dying came the evening shadows fast.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And then above the mountains rose the cold moon's silver shield,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And patiently and pitying she looked upon the field.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While careless of his wounded, and neglectful of his dead,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Despairingly and sullenly by night <span class="smcap">Santana</span> fled.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And thus on <span class="smcap">Buena Vista's</span> heights a long day's work was done,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And thus our brave old General another battle won.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Still, still our glorious banner waves, unstained by flight or shame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the Mexicans among their hills still tremble at our name.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">So, honor unto those that stood! Disgrace to those that fled!</span><br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">And everlasting glory unto BUENA VISTA'S DEAD!</span><br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-February 28, 1847.<br />
-</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p159.jpg" width="600" height="100" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By THEODORE O'HARA.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>[Originally written on the occasion of the erection of a
-monument to the Kentucky volunteers who fell at Buena
-Vista.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">T</span>he</span> muffled drum's sad roll has beat<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The soldier's last tattoo;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No more on Life's parade shall meet<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That brave and fallen few.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On Fame's eternal camping-ground<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their silent tents are spread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And Glory guards, with solemn round,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The bivouac of the dead.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">No rumor of the foe's advance<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Now swells upon the wind;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No troubled thought at midnight haunts<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Of loved ones left behind;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No vision of the morrow's strife<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The warrior's dream alarms;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No braying horn nor screaming fife<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">At dawn shall call to arms.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Their shivered swords are red with rust;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their plum�d heads are bowed;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Is now their martial shroud.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And plenteous funeral tears have washed<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The red stains from each brow,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the proud forms, by battle gashed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Are free from anguish now.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The neighing troop, the flashing blade,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The bugle's stirring blast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The charge, the dreadful cannonade,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The din and shout are past;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Shall thrill with fierce delight<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Those breasts that nevermore may feel<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The rapture of the fight.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Like the fierce northern hurricane<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That sweeps his great plateau,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Came down the serried foe.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who heard the thunder of the fray<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Break o'er the field beneath,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Knew well the watchword of that day<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Was "Victory or Death."<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Long had the doubtful conflict raged<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er all that stricken plain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For never fiercer fight had waged<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The vengeful blood of Spain;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And still the storm of battle blew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Still swelled the gory tide;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Not long our stout old chieftain knew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Such odds his strength could bide.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">'Twas in that hour his stern command<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Called to a martyr's grave<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The flower of his belov�d land,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The nation's flag to save.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By rivers of their fathers' gore<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">His first-born laurels grew<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And well he deemed the sons would pour<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">There lives for glory too.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Full many a norther's breath has swept,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er Angostura's plain&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And long the pitying sky has wept<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Above its mouldered slain.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The raven's scream or eagle's flight<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Or shepherd's pensive lay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Alone awakes each sullen height<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That frowned o'er that dread fray.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Sons of the Dark and Bloody ground,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Ye must not slumber there,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where stranger steps and tongues resound<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Along the heedless air.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your own proud land's heroic soil<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Shall be your fitter grave;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She claims from war his richest spoil&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The ashes of her brave.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Far from the gory field,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Borne to a Spartan mother's breast<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">On many a bloody shield;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The sunshine of their native sky<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Smiles sadly on them here,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And kindred eyes and hearts watch by<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The heroes' sepulchre.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Dear as the blood ye gave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No impious footstep here shall tread<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The herbage of your grave;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Nor shall your story be forgot,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">While Fame her record keeps,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or Honor points the hallowed spot<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Where Valor proudly sleeps.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In deathless song shall tell<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When many a vanished age hath flown,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The story how ye fell;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Nor Time's remorseless doom,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shall dim one ray of glory's light<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That gilds your deathless tomb.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 419px;">
-<img src="images/p163.jpg" width="419" height="272" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a><br /><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;">
-<img src="images/p165.jpg" width="429" height="600" alt="" />
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a><br /><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h2>THE
-CIVIL
-WAR</h2>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p167.jpg" width="600" height="157" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER
-CAROLINE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.</span></p>
-
-<p class="center">(Written in December, 1860, when South Carolina adopted the
-Ordinance of Secession.)</p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">S</span>he</span> has gone,&mdash;she has left us in passion and pride&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She has torn her own star from our firmament's glow,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And turned on her brother the face of a foe!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We can never forget that our hearts have been one,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our foreheads both sprinkled in Liberty's name,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the fountain of blood with the finger of flame!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">You were always too ready to fire at a touch;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But we said: "She's a beauty&mdash;she does not mean much."<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We have scowled when you uttered some turbulent threat;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But Friendship still whispered: "Forgive and forget."<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Has our love all died out? Have its altars grown cold?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Has the curse come at last which the fathers foretold?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then Nature must teach us the strength of the chain<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That her petulant children would sever in vain.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">They may fight till the buzzards are gorged with their spoil,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till the harvest grows black as it rots in the soil,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till the wolves and the catamounts troop from their caves,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the shark tracks the pirate, the lord of the waves:<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In vain is the strife! When its fury is past,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their fortunes must flow in one channel at last,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As the torrents that rush from the mountains of snow<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Roll mingled in peace in the valleys below.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our Union is river, lake, ocean, and sky;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Man breaks not the medal when God cuts the die!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Though darkened with sulphur, though cloven with steel,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The blue arch will brighten, the waters will heal!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">There are battles with fate that can never be won!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The star-flowering banner must never be furled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For its blossoms of light are the hope of the world!<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Go, then, our rash sister, afar and aloof,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Run wild in the sunshine away from our roof;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But when your heart aches and your feet have grown sore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Remember the pathway that leads to our door!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p169.jpg" width="600" height="355" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p170.jpg" width="600" height="127" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE TWELFTH OF APRIL.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">A.D.</span>, 1861.</p>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>[Peculiar interest attaches to this piece as the first
-poem written after the actual outbreak of the Civil War
-and inspired by its events. The poem appeared in the
-evening edition of the New York <cite>World</cite>, on April 16,
-1861.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">C</span>ame</span> the morning of that day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">When the God to whom we pray,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Gave the soul of Henry Clay<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">To the land;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">How we loved him&mdash;living, dying!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But his birthday banners flying,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Saw us asking and replying,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Hand to hand.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">For we knew that far away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Round the fort at Charleston bay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hung the dark impending fray,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Soon to fall;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">And that Sumter's brave defender<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Had the summons to surrender:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Seventy loyal hearts and tender&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">That was all.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p171.jpg" width="600" height="554" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And we knew the April sun<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lit the length of many a gun&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hosts of batteries to the one<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Island crag;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Guns and mortars grimly frowning,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Johnson, Moultrie, Pinckney, crowning,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And ten thousand men disowning<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">The old flag.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O the fury of the fight<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Even then was at its height!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Yet no breath from noon till night<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Reached us here;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We had almost ceased to wonder,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the day had faded under,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When&mdash;the echo of the thunder<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Filled each ear!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then our hearts more fiercely beat,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As we crowded on the street,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hot to gather and repeat<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">All the tale;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">All the doubtful chances turning,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till our souls with shame were burning,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As if all our bitter yearning<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Could avail!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Who had fired the earliest gun?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Was the fort by traitors won?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Was there succor? What was done,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Who could know?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">And once more our thoughts would wander<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To the gallant, lone commander,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On his battered ramparts grander<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Than the foe.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Not too long the brave shall wait:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On their own heads be their fate,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who against the hallowed State<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Dare begin;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Flag defied and compact riven!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In the record of high Heaven,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">How shall southern men be shriven<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">For the sin!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p173.jpg" width="600" height="329" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p174.jpg" width="600" height="126" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>MEN OF THE NORTH AND WEST.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By RICHARD HENRY STODDARD</span>.</p>
-
-
-<p>[This poem was the second piece that appeared in
-print after the fall of Fort Sumter. It was published in
-the <cite>World</cite> on the day after the appearance of Mr. Stedman's
-"The Twelfth of April."&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">M</span>en</span> of the North and West,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Wake in your might.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Prepare, as the rebels have done,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">For the fight!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You cannot shrink from the test;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Rise! Men of the North and West!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">They have torn down your banner of stars;<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">They have trampled the laws;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They have stifled the freedom they hate,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">For no cause!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Do you love it or slavery best?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Speak! Men of the North and West!<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">They strike at the life of the State:<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Shall the murder be done?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They cry: "We are two!" And you?<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">"We are one!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You must meet them, then, breast to breast;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On! Men of the North and West!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Not with words; they laugh them to scorn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And tears they despise;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But with swords in your hands, and death<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">In your eyes!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Strike home! leave to God all the rest;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Strike! Men of the North and West!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p175.jpg" width="600" height="349" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p176.jpg" width="600" height="118" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>RHODE ISLAND TO THE SOUTH.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By General F. W. LANDER.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">O</span>nce</span>, on New England's bloody heights,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And o'er a southern plain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our fathers fought for sovereign rights,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That working men might reign.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And by that only Lord we serve,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The great Jehovah's name;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By those sweet lips that ever nerve<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">High hearts to deeds of fame;<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">By all that makes the man a king,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The household hearth a throne,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Take back the idle scoff ye fling,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Where freedom claims its own.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">For though our battle hope was vague<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Upon Manassas' plain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where Slocum stood with gallant Sprague<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And gave his life in vain,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Before we yield the holy trust<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Our old forefathers gave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or wrong New England's hallowed dust,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Or grant the wrongs ye crave,&mdash;<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We'll print in kindred gore so deep<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The shore we love to tread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That woman's eyes shall fail to weep<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er man's unnumbered dead.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p177.jpg" width="600" height="357" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p178.jpg" width="600" height="121" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>OUR COUNTRY'S CALL.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">L</span>ay</span> down the axe, fling by the spade;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Leave in its track the toiling plough;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The rifle and the bayonet-blade<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For arms like yours were fitter now;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And let the hands that ply the pen<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Quit the light task, and learn to wield<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The horseman's crooked brand, and rein<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The charger on the battle-field.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Our country calls; away! away!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">To where the blood-stream blots the green;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Strike to defend the gentlest sway<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That Time in all his course has seen.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">See, from a thousand coverts&mdash;see<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Spring the armed foes that haunt her track;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They rush to smite her down, and we<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Must beat the banded traitors back.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Ho! sturdy as the oaks ye cleave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And moved as soon to fear and flight,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Men of the glade and forest! leave<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Your woodcraft for the field of fight.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The arms that wield the axe must pour<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">An iron tempest on the foe;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His serried ranks shall reel before<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The arm that lays the panther low.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And ye who breast the mountain storm<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">By grassy steep or highland lake,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Come, for the land ye love, to form<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A bulwark that no foe can break.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Stand, like your own gray cliffs that mock<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The whirlwind; stand in her defence:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The blast as soon shall move the rock,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">As rushing squadrons bear ye thence.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And ye whose homes are by her grand<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Swift rivers, rising far away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Come from the depth of her green land<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">As mighty in your march as they;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As terrible as when the rains<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Have swelled them over bank and bourne,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With sudden floods to drown the plains<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And sweep along the woods uptorn.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And ye who throng beside the deep,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Her ports and hamlets of the strand,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In number like the waves that leap<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">On his long-murmuring marge of sand,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Come, like that deep, when, o'er his brim,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">He rises, all his floods to pour,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And flings the proudest barks that swim,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">A helpless wreck against his shore.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Few, few were they whose swords of old<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Won the fair land in which we dwell;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But we are many, we who hold<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The grim resolve to guard it well.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Strike for that broad and goodly land,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Blow after blow, till men shall see<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That Might and Right move hand in hand,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And Glorious must their triumph be.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 512px;">
-<img src="images/p180.jpg" width="512" height="505" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p181.jpg" width="600" height="148" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>A CRY TO ARMS.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By HENRY TIMROD.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">H</span>o</span>, woodsmen of the mountain-side!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Ho, dwellers in the vales!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ho, ye who by the chafing tide<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Have roughened in the gales!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Leave barn and byre, leave kin and cot,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Lay by the bloodless spade;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let desk and case and counter rot,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And burn your books of trade!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The despot roves your fairest lands;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And till he flies or fears,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your fields must grow but arm�d bands,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Your sheaves be sheaves of spears!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Give up to mildew and to rust<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The useless tools of gain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And feed your country's sacred dust<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With floods of crimson rain!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Come with the weapons at your call&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With musket, pike, or knife;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">He wields the deadliest blade of all<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Who lightest holds his life.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The arm that drives its unbought blows<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With all a patriot's scorn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Might brain a tyrant with a rose<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Or stab him with a thorn.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Does any falter? Let him turn<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">To some brave maiden's eyes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And catch the holy fires that burn<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">In those sublunar skies.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Oh, could you like your women feel,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And in their spirit march,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A day might see your lines of steel<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Beneath the victor's arch!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">What hope, O God! would not grow warm<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">When thoughts like these give cheer?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The lily calmly braves the storm,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And shall the palm-tree fear?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No! rather let its branches court<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The rack that sweeps the plain;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And from the lily's regal port<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Learn how to breast the strain.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Ho, woodsmen of the mountain-side<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Ho, dwellers in the vales!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ho, ye who by the roaring tide<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Have roughened in the gales!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Come, flocking gayly to the fight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">From forest, hill, and lake;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We battle for our country's right,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And for the lily's sake!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-[Southern.]<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p183.jpg" width="600" height="140" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 415px;">
-<img src="images/p184.jpg" width="415" height="600" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE BANNER OF THE STARS.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By R. W. RAYMOND.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">H</span>urrah!</span> boys, hurrah! fling our banner to the breeze!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Let the enemies of freedom see its folds again unfurled.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And down with the pirates that scorn upon the seas<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Our victorious Yankee banner, sign of Freedom to the World!<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><em>Chorus.</em>&mdash;We'll never have a new flag, for ours is the true flag,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The true flag, the true flag, the Red, White, and Blue flag,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hurrah! boys, hurrah! we will carry to the wars,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The old flag, the free flag, the Banner of the Stars.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And what tho' its white shall be crimsoned with our blood?<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And what tho' its stripes shall be shredded in the storms?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To the torn flag, the worn flag, we'll keep our promise good,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And we'll bear the starry blue field, with gallant hearts and arms.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i38">&mdash;<em>Chorus.</em><br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Then, cursed be he who would strike our Starry Flag!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">May the God of Hosts be with us, as we smite the traitor down!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And cursed be he who would hesitate or lag,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Till the dear flag, the fair flag, with Victory we crown.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i38">&mdash;<em>Chorus.</em><br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p186.jpg" width="600" height="138" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By T. BUCHANAN REID.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">T</span>he</span> stars of our morn on our banner borne,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With the iris of heav'n are blended,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The hands of our sires first mingled those fires,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">By us they shall be defended!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then hail the true&mdash;the Red, White, and Blue,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The flag of the Constellation;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">It sails as it sailed, by our fore-fathers hailed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er battles that made us a nation.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">What hand so bold to strike from its fold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">One star or stripe of its bright'ning;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To him be each star a fiery Mars,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Each stripe a terrible lightning.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then hail the true&mdash;the Red, White, and Blue,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The flag of the Constellation.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">It sails as it sailed, by our fore-fathers hailed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er battles that made us a nation.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Its meteor form shall ride the storm<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Till the fiercest of foes surrender;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The storm gone by, it shall gild the sky,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">As a rainbow of peace and splendor.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then hail the true&mdash;the Red, White, and Blue,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The flag of the Constellation,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">It sails as it sailed, by our fore-fathers hailed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er battles that made us a nation.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Peace, peace to the world&mdash;is our motto unfurled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tho' we shun not a field that is gory;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">At home or abroad, fearing none but our God,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">We will carve our own pathway to glory!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then hail the true&mdash;the Red, White, and Blue,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The flag of the Constellation,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">It sails as it sailed, by our fore-fathers hailed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">O'er battles that made us a nation,<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-Florence, Italy, May, 1861.<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p187.jpg" width="600" height="152" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p188.jpg" width="600" height="127" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE STARS AND STRIPES.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By JAMES T. FIELDS.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">R</span>ally</span> round the flag, boys&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Give it to the breeze!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That's the banner we bore<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">On the land and seas.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Brave hearts are under it,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Let the <em>traitors</em> brag,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Gallant lads, fire away!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And fight for the flag.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Their flag is but a rag&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Ours is the true one;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Up with the Stars and Stripes!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Down with the new one!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Let our colors fly, boys&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Guard them day and night;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For victory is liberty,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And God will bless the right.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p189.jpg" width="600" height="129" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">C</span>ome</span>, brothers! rally for the right!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The bravest of the brave<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Sends forth her ringing battle-cry<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Beside the Atlantic wave!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She leads the way in honor's path;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Come brothers, near and far,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Come rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That bears a single star!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">We've borne the Yankee trickery,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The Yankee gibe and sneer,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till Yankee insolence and pride<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Know neither shame nor fear;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But ready now with shot and steel<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Their brazen front to mar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We hoist aloft the Bonnie Blue Flag<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That bears a single star.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Now Georgia marches to the front,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And close beside her come<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her sisters by the Mexique Sea,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">With pealing trump and drum;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till answering back from hill and glen<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The rallying cry afar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A Nation hoists the Bonnie Blue Flag<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That bears a single star!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">By every stone in Charleston Bay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">By each beleaguered town,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We swear to rest not, night nor day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">But hunt the tyrants down!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till bathed in valor's holy blood<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The gazing world afar<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shall greet with shouts the Bonnie Blue Flag<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That bears the cross and star!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-[Southern.]<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 438px;">
-<img src="images/p190.jpg" width="438" height="361" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p191.jpg" width="600" height="117" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE STRIPES AND THE STARS.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By EDNA DEAN PROCTOR.</span></p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">O</span> STAR-SPANGLED BANNER!</span> the flag of our pride!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Though trampled by traitors and basely defied,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Fling out to the glad winds your red, white, and blue,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For the heart of the Northland is beating for you!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And her strong arm is nerving to strike with a wall,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till the foe and his boastings are humbled and still!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Here's welcome to wounding and combat and scars<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the glory of death&mdash;for the Stripes and the Stars!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">From prairie, O ploughman! speed boldly away&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">There's seed to be sown in God's furrows to-day!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Row landward, lone fisher! stout woodman come home!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let smith leave his anvil and weaver his loom,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And hamlet and city ring loud with the cry:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"For God and our country we'll fight till we die!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Here's welcome to wounding and combat and scars<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the glory of death&mdash;for the Stripes and the Stars!"<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Invincible banner! the flag of the free,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Oh, where treads the foot that would falter for thee?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or the hands to be folded, till triumph is won<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the eagle looks proud, as of old, to the sun?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Give tears for the parting&mdash;a murmur of prayer&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then forward! the fame of our standard to share!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With welcome to wounding and combat and scars<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the glory of death&mdash;for the Stripes and the Stars!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">O God of our fathers! this banner must shine<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where battle is hottest, in warfare divine!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The cannon has thundered, the bugle has blown&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We fear not the summons-we fight not alone!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">O lead us, till wide from the gulf to the sea<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The land shall be sacred to freedom and Thee!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With love for oppression; with blessing, for scars&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">One country&mdash;one banner&mdash;the Stripes and the Stars!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 467px;">
-<img src="images/p192.jpg" width="467" height="361" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p193.jpg" width="600" height="122" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>DIXIE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By ALBERT PIKE.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">S</span>outhrons</span>, hear your country call you!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Up, lest worse than death befall you!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let all hearts be now united!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Advance the flag of Dixie!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Hurrah! hurrah!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">For Dixie's land we take our stand,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And live or die for Dixie!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">To arms! To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And conquer peace for Dixie!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">To arms! To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And conquer peace for Dixie!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Hear the Northern thunders mutter!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Northern flags in South winds flutter!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Send them back your fierce defiance!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Stamp upon the accursed alliance!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Advance the flag of Dixie!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Fear no danger! shun no labor!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lift up rifle, pike, and sabre!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shoulder pressing close to shoulder,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let the odds make each heart bolder!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Advance the flag of Dixie!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">How the South's great heart rejoices<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">At your cannon's ringing voices!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For faith betrayed, and pledges broken,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Wrongs inflicted, insults spoken,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Advance the flag of Dixie!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Strong as lions, swift as eagles,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Back to their kennels hunt these beagles!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Cut the unequal bond asunder!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Let them hence each other plunder!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Advance the flag of Dixie!<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Swear upon your country's altar<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Never to submit or falter!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till the spoilers are defeated,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till the Lord's work is completed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Advance the flag of Dixie!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Halt not till our Federation<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Secures among earth's powers its station<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then at peace, and crowned with glory,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hear your children tell the story!<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Advance the flag of Dixie!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">If the loved ones weep in sadness,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Victory soon shall bring them gladness.<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Exultant pride soon vanish sorrow;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Smiles chase tears away to-morrow.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To arms! To arms! To arms, in Dixie!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Advance the flag of Dixie!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">Hurrah! hurrah!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">For Dixie's land we take our stand,<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And live or die for Dixie!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>
-<span class="i4">To arms! To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And conquer peace for Dixie!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">To arms! To arms!<br /></span>
-<span class="i4">And conquer peace for Dixie!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-[Southern.]<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p196.jpg" width="600" height="325" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p197.jpg" width="600" height="151" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE OATH OF FREEDOM.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By JAMES BARRON HOPE.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">B</span>orn</span> free, thus we resolve to live:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By Heaven, we will be free!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By all the stars which burn on high&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By the green earth&mdash;the mighty sea&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By God's unshaken majesty,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">We will be free or die!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Then let the drums all roll!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Let all the trumpets blow!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Mind, heart, and soul,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">We spurn control<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Attempted by a foe!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Born free, thus we resolve to live:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By Heaven, we will be free!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And, vainly now the Northmen try<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To beat us down&mdash;in arms we stand<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To strike for this our native land!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">We will be free or die!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Then let the drums all roll!<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Born free, we thus resolve to live:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By Heaven, we will be free!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our wives and children look on high,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Pray God to smile upon the right!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And bid us in the deadly fight<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">As freemen live or die!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Then let the drums all roll!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Born free, thus we resolve to live:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By Heaven, we will be free!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And ere we cease this battle-cry,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Be all our blood, our kindred's spilt,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On bayonet or sabre hilt!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">We will be free or die!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Then let the drums all roll!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Born free, thus we resolve to live:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By Heaven, we will be free!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Defiant let the banners fly,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shake out their glories to the air,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And kneeling, brothers, let us swear<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">We will be free or die!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Then let the drums all roll!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Born free, thus we resolve to live:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By Heaven, we will be free!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">And to this oath the dead reply&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our valiant fathers' sacred ghosts&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">These with us, and the God of hosts,<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">We will be free or die!<br /></span>
-<span class="i6">Then let the drums all roll!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-[Southern.]<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p199.jpg" width="600" height="480" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p200.jpg" width="600" height="393" alt="" />
-<div class="caption">
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>CIVIL
-WAR</h3></div>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By CHARGES DAWSON SHANLY.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>[In many collections this poem is entitled "The Fancy
-Shot." It was first published in London, in the paper
-called <cite>Once-a-Week</cite>, and was there entitled "Civile Bellum."
-It is believed to be the work of Charles Dawson
-Shanly, who died in 1876.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">"R</span>ifleman</span>, shoot me a fancy shot<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ring me a ball in the glittering spot<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That shines on his breast like an amulet!"<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Ah, captain! here goes for a fine-drawn bead,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">There's music around when my barrel's in tune!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Crack! went the rifle, the messenger sped,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And dead from his horse fell the ringing dragoon.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Now, rifleman, steal through the bushes, and snatch<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">From your victim some trinket to handsel first blood;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A button, a loop, or that luminous patch<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That gleams in the moon like a diamond stud!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"O captain! I staggered and sunk on my track,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">When I gazed on the face of that fallen vidette,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For he looked so like you, as he lay on his back,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">That my heart rose upon me, and masters me yet.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"But I snatched off the trinket,&mdash;this locket of gold;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">An inch from the centre my lead broke its way,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Scarce grazing the picture, so fair to behold,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Of a beautiful lady in bridal array."<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Ha! rifleman, fling me the locket!&mdash;'tis she,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">My brother's young bride,&mdash;and the fallen dragoon<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Was her husband&mdash;Hush! soldier, 'twas Heaven's decree,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">We must bury him there, by the light of the moon!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"But hark! the far bugles their warnings unite;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">War is a virtue, weakness a sin;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">There's a lurking and loping around us to-night;&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Load again, rifleman, keep your hand in!"<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p202.jpg" width="600" height="366" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE MASSACHUSETTS
-LINE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By ROBERT LOWELL.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">S</span>till</span> first, as long and long ago,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Let Massachusetts muster;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Give her the post right next the foe;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Be sure that you may trust her.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She was the first to give her blood<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">For freedom and for honor;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She trod her soil to crimson mud;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">God's blessing be upon her!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">She never faltered for the right,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Nor ever will hereafter;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Fling up her name with all your might,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Shake roof-tree and shake rafter!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But of old deeds she need not brag,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">How she broke sword and fetter;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Fling out again the old striped flag!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">She'll do yet more and better.<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">In peace her sails fleck all the seas,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Her mills shake every river;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And where are scenes so fair as these<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">God and her true hands give her?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her claim in war who seek to rob?<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">All others come in later;&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hers first it is to front the mob,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">The tyrant, and the traitor.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">God bless, God bless this glorious State!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Let her have her way in battle!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She'll go where batteries crash with fate<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Or where thick rifles rattle.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Give her the Light and let her try,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And then who can may press her;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">She'll go straight on or she will die;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">God bless her, and God bless her!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-May 7, 1861.<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
-<img src="images/p203.jpg" width="450" height="328" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p204.jpg" width="600" height="471" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>BETHEL.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By A. J. H. DUGANNE.</span></p>
-
-
-<p>[Theodore Winthrop, a brilliant young man of letters,
-was killed at Big Bethel, on June 10, 1861.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Editor.</span>]</p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">W</span>e</span> mustered at midnight, in darkness we formed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the whisper went round of a fort to be stormed;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But no drum-beat had called us, no trumpet we heard,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And no voice of command, but our colonel's low word&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And out, through the mist, and the murk of the morn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the beaches of Hampton our barges were borne;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And we heard not a sound, save the sweep of the oar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till the word of our colonel came up from the shore&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">With hearts bounding bravely, and eyes all alight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As ye dance to soft music, so trod we that night;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through the aisles of the greenwood, with vines over-arched,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Tossing dew-drops, like gems, from our feet, as we marched&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">As ye dance with the damsels, to viol and flute,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So we skipped from the shadows, and mocked their pursuit;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But the soft zephyrs chased us, with scents of the morn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As we passed by the hay-fields and green waving corn&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">For the leaves were all laden with fragrance of June,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the flowers and the foliage with sweets were in tune;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the air was so calm, and the forest so dumb,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That we heard our own heart-beats, like taps of a drum&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Till the lull of the lowlands was stirred by the breeze,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the buskins of morn brushed the tops of the trees,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the glintings of glory that slid from her track<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By the sheen of our rifles were gayly flung back&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And the woodlands grew purple with sunshiny mist,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the blue-crested hill-tops with rose-light were kissed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the earth gave her prayers to the sun in perfumes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till we marched as through gardens, and trampled on blooms&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Ay, trampled on blossoms, and seared the sweet breath<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of the greenwood with low-brooding vapors of death;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">O'er the flowers and the corn we were borne like a blast,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And away to the forefront of battle we passed&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">For the cannon's hoarse thunder roared out from the glades,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the sun was like lightning on banners and blades,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When the long line of chanting Zouaves, like a flood,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the green of the woodlands rolled, crimson as blood&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">While the sound of their song, like the surge of the seas,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With the "Star-Spangled Banner" swelled over the leas;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the sword of Duryea, like a torch, led the way,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Bearing down on the batteries of Bethel that day&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Through green-tasselled cornfields our columns were thrown,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And like corn by the red scythe of fire we were mown;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the cannon's fierce ploughings new-furrowed the plain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That our blood might be planted for Liberty's grain&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Oh! the fields of fair June have no lack of sweet flowers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But their rarest and best breathe no fragrance like ours;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the sunshine of June, sprinkling gold on the corn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Hath no harvest that ripeneth like Bethel's red morn&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">When our heroes, like bridegrooms, with lips and with breath,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Drank the first kiss of Danger and clasped her in death;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the heart of brave Winthrop grew mute with his lyre,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When the plumes of his genius lay moulting in fire&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Where he fell shall be sunshine as bright as his name,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the grass where he slept shall be green as his fame;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For the gold of the pen and the steel of the sword<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Write his deeds&mdash;in his blood&mdash;on the land he adored&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">And the soul of our comrade shall sweeten the air,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the flowers and the grass-blades his memory upbear;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the breath of his genius, like music in leaves,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With the corn-tassels whispers, and sings in the sheaves&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i16">"Column! Forward!"<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p208.jpg" width="600" height="338" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p209.jpg" width="600" height="130" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>THE CHARGE BY THE FORD.</h3>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By Dr. THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">E</span>ighty</span> and nine with their captain<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Rode on the enemy's track,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Rode in the gray of the morning:<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Nine of the ninety came back.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Slow rose the mist from the river,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Lighter each moment the way:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Careless and tearless and fearless<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Galloped they on to the fray.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Singing in tune, how the scabbards<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Loud on the stirrup-irons rang,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Clinked as the men rose in saddle,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Fell as they sank with a clang.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">What is it moves by the river,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Jaded and weary and weak,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Gray-backs&mdash;a cross on their banner&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Yonder the foe whom they seek.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Silence! They see not, they hear not,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tarrying there by the marge:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><em>Forward! Draw sabre! Trot! Gallop!</em><br /></span>
-<span class="i2"><em>Charge!</em> like a hurricane, <em>charge</em>!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Ah! 'twas a man-trap infernal&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Fire like the deep pit of hell!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Volley on volley to meet them,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Mixed with the gray rebels' yell.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Ninety had ridden to battle,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Tracing the enemy's track,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ninety had ridden to battle,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Nine of the ninety came back.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Honor the name of the ninety;<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Honor the heroes who came<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Scathless from five hundred muskets,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Safe from the lead-bearing flame.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Eighty and one of the troopers<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Lie on the field of the slain&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Lie on the red field of honor:<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Honor the nine who remain!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Cold are the dead there, and gory,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">There where their life-blood was spilt;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Back come the living, each sabre<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Red from the point to the hilt.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Give them three cheers and a tiger!<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Let the flags wave as they come!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Give them the blare of the trumpet<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">Give them the roll of the drum!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p211.jpg" width="600" height="290" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p212.jpg" width="600" height="120" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>MANASSAS.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">July 21, 1861.</p>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By CATHERINE M. WARFIELD.</span></p>
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">T</span>hey</span> have met at last&mdash;as storm-clouds<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">Meet in heaven,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the Northmen back and bleeding<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">Have been driven:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And their thunders have been stilled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And their leaders crushed or killed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And their ranks with terror thrilled,<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">Rent and riven!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Like the leaves of Vallambrosa<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">They are lying;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In the moonlight, in the midnight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">Dead and dying:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Like those leaves before the gale,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Swept their legions, wild and pale;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While the host that made them quail<br /></span>
-<span class="i10">Stood, defying.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">When aloft in morning sunlight<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Flags were flaunted,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And "swift vengeance on the rebel"<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Proudly vaunted:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Little did they think that night<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Should close upon their shameful flight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And rebels, victors in the fight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Stand undaunted.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But peace to those who perished<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">In our passes!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Light be the earth above them;<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">Green the grasses!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Long shall Northmen rue the day<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">When they met our stern array,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And shrunk from battle's wild affray<br /></span>
-<span class="i8">At Manassas.<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>
-(Southern.)<br />
-</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p213.jpg" width="600" height="124" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p214.jpg" width="600" height="145" alt="" />
-</div>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
-
-
-
-
-<h3>UPON THE HILL BEFORE CENTREVILLE.</h3>
-
-<p class="center">July 21, 1861.</p>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">By GEORGE H. BOKER.</span></p>
-
-
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0"><span class="smcap"><span class="fauxcap">I</span>'ll</span> tell you what I heard that day:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I heard the great guns, far away,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Boom after boom. Their sullen sound<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shook all the shuddering air around;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And shook, ah me! my shrinking ear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And downward shook the hanging tear<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That, in despite of manhood's pride,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Rolled o'er my face a scalding tide.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And then I prayed. O God! I prayed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As never stricken saint, who laid<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His hot cheek to the holy tomb<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of Jesus, in the midnight gloom.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"What saw I?" Little. Clouds of dust;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Great squares of men, with standards thrust<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Against their course; dense columns crowned<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With billowing steel. Then bound on bound,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">The long black lines of cannon poured<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Behind the horses, streaked and gored<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With sweaty speed. Anon shot by,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Like a lone meteor of the sky,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A single horseman; and he shone<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">His bright face on me, and was gone.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">All these with rolling drums, with cheers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With songs familiar to my ears,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Passed under the far-hanging cloud,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And vanished, and my heart was proud!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">For mile on mile the line of war<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Extended; and a steady roar,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As of some distant stormy sea,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On the south-wind came up to me.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And high in air, and over all,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Grew, like a fog, that murky pall,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Beneath whose gloom of dusty smoke<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The cannon flamed, the bombshell broke.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the sharp rattling volley rang,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And shrapnel roared, and bullets sang,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And fierce-eyed men, with panting breath,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Toiled onward at the work of death.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I could not see, but knew too well,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That underneath that cloud of hell,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which still grew more by great degrees,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Man strove with man in deeds like these.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">But when the sun had passed his stand<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">At noon, behold! on every hand<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The dark brown vapor backward bore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And fainter came the dreadful roar<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the huge sea of striving men.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Thus spoke my rising spirit then:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Take comfort from that dying sound,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Faint heart, the foe is giving ground!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And one, who taxed his horse's powers,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Flung at me, "Ho! the day is ours!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And scoured along. So swift his pace,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I took no memory of his face.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then turned I once again to Heaven;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">All things appeared so just and even;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So clearly from the highest Cause<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Traced I the downward-working laws&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Those moral springs, made evident,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In the grand, triumph-crowned event.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So half I shouted, and half sang,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Like Jephtha's daughter, to the clang<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of my spread, cymbal-striking palms,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Some fragments of thanksgiving psalms.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Meanwhile a solemn stillness fell<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Upon the land. O'er hill and dell<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Failed every sound. My heart stood still,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Waiting before some coming ill.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The silence was more sad and dread,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Under that canopy of lead,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Than the wild tumult of the war<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That raged a little while before.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">All nature, in her work of death,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Paused for one last, despairing breath;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And, cowering to the earth, I drew<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From her strong breast my strength anew.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">When I arose, I wondering saw<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Another dusty vapor draw,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the far right, its sluggish way<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Toward the main cloud, that frowning lay<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Against the western sloping sun:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And all the war was re-begun,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ere this fresh marvel of my sense<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Caught from my mind significance.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And then&mdash;why ask me? O my God!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Would I had lain beneath the sod,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A patient clod, for many a day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And from my bones and mouldering clay<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The rank field grass and flowers had sprung,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ere the base sight, that struck and stung<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">My very soul, confronted me,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shamed at my own humanity.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">O happy dead! who early fell,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ye have no wretched tale to tell<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of causeless fear and coward flight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of victory snatched beneath your sight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of martial strength and honor lost,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of mere life bought at any cost,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Of the deep, lingering mark of shame,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For ever scorched on brow and name,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That no new deeds, however bright,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Shall banish from men's loathful sight!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">Ye perished in your conscious pride,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ere this vile scandal opened wide<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A wound that cannot close nor heal.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ye perished steel to levelled steel,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Stern votaries of the god of war,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Filled with his godhead to the core!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ye died to live, these lived to die,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Beneath the scorn of every eye!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">How eloquent your voices sound<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From the low chambers under ground!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">How clear each separate title burns<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From your high-set and laurelled urns!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">While these, who walk about the earth,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Are blushing at their very birth!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And, though they talk, and go, and come,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Their moving lips are worse than dumb.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Ye sleep beneath the valley's dew,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And all the nation mourns for you;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So sleep till God shall wake the lands!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For angels, armed with fiery brands,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Await to take you by the hands.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">The right-hand vapor broader grew;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">It rose, and joined itself unto<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">The main cloud with a sudden dash.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Loud and more near the cannon's crash<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Came toward me, and I heard a sound<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As if all hell had broken bound&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A cry of agony and fear.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Still the dark vapor rolled more near,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Till at my very feet it tossed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The vanward fragments of our host.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Can man, Thy image, sink so low,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Thou, who hast bent Thy tinted bow<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Across the storm and raging main;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whose laws both loosen and restrain<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The powers of earth, without whose will<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No sparrow's little life is still?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Was fear of hell, or want of faith,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or the brute's common dread of death<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The passion that began a chase,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whose goal was ruin and disgrace?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What tongue the fearful sight may tell?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What horrid nightmare ever fell<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Upon the restless sleep of crime&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What history of another time&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">What dismal vision, darkly seen<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By the stern-featured Florentine,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Can give a hint to dimly draw<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The likeness of the scene I saw?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I saw, yet saw not. In that sea,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That chaos of humanity,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">No more the eye could catch and keep<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">A single point, than on the deep<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The eye may mark a single wave,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Where hurrying myriads leap and rave.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Men of all arms, and all costumes,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Bare-headed, decked with broken plumes;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Soldiers and officers, and those<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who wore but civil-suited clothes;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">On foot or mounted&mdash;some bestrode<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Steeds severed from their harnessed load;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Wild mobs of white-topped wagons, cars,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of wounded, red with bleeding scars;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The whole grim panoply of war<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Surged on me with a deafening roar!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">All shades of fear, disfiguring man,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Glared through their faces' brazen tan.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Not one a moment paused, or stood<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To see what enemy pursued.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With shrieks of fear, and yells of pain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With every muscle on the strain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Onward the struggling masses bore.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Oh! had the foemen lain before,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They'd trampled them to dust and gore,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And swept their lines and batteries<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As autumn sweeps the windy trees!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Here one cast forth his wounded friend,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And with his sword or musket-end<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Urged on the horses; there one trod<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Upon the likeness of his God,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As if 'twere dust; a coward here<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Grew valiant with his very fear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And struck his weaker comrade prone,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And struggled to the front alone.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">All had one purpose, one sole aim,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That mocked the decency of shame,&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To fly, by any means to fly;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">They cared not how, they asked not why.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I found a voice. My burning blood<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Flamed up. Upon a mound I stood;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I could no more restrain my voice<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Than could the prophet of God's choice.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Back, animated dirt!" I cried,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">"Back, on your wretched lives, and hide<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your shame beneath your native clay!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or if the foe affrights you, slay<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your own base selves; and, dying, leave<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your children's tearful cheeks to grieve,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Not quail and blush, when you shall come,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Alive, to their degraded home!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your wives will look askance with scorn;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Your boys, and infants yet unborn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Will curse you to God's holy face!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Heaven holds no pardon in its grace<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">For cowards. Oh! are such as ye<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The guardians of our liberty?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Back, if one trace of manhood still<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">May nerve your arm and brace your will!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">You stain your country in the eyes<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of Europe and her monarchies!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">The despots laugh, the peoples groan;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Man's cause is lost and overthrown!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I curse you, by the sacred blood<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That freely poured its purple flood<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Down Bunker's heights, on Monmouth's plain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From Georgia to the rocks of Maine!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I curse you, by the patriot band<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whose bones are crumbling in the land!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By those who saved what these had won&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In the high name of Washington!"<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then I remember little more.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As the tide's rising waves, that pour<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Over some low and rounded rock,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The coming mass, with one great shock,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Flowed o'er the shelter of my mound,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And raised me helpless from the ground.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As the huge shouldering billows bear,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Half in the sea and half in air,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A swimmer on their foaming crest,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So the foul throng beneath me pressed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Swept me along, with curse and blow,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And flung me-where, I ne'er shall know.<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">When I awoke, a steady rain<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Made rivulets across the plain;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And it was dark&mdash;oh, very dark.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I was so stunned as scarce to mark<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The ghostly figures of the trees,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Or hear the sobbing of the breeze<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">That flung the wet leaves to and fro.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Upon me lay a dismal woe,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A boundless, superhuman grief,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That drew no promise of relief<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From any hope. Then I arose,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">As one who struggles up from blows<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By unseen hands; and as I stood<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Alone, I thought that God was good,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To hide, in clouds and driving rain,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Our low world from the angel train,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Whose souls filled heroes when the earth<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Was worthy of their noble birth.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">By that dull instinct of the mind,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Which leads aright the helpless blind,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I struggled onward, till the dawn<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Across the eastern clouds had drawn<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A narrow line of watery gray;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And full before my vision lay<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The great dome's gaunt and naked bones<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Beneath whose crown the nation thrones<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Her queenly person. On I stole,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With hanging head and abject soul,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Across the high embattled ridge,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And o'er the arches of the bridge.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">So freshly pricked my sharp disgrace,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I feared to meet the human face,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Skulking, as any woman might,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Who'd lost her virtue in the night,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And sees the dreadful glare of day<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Prepare to light her homeward way,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Alone, heart-broken, shamed, undone,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I staggered into Washington!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Since then long sluggish days have passed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And on the wings of every blast<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Have come the distant nations' sneers<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To tingle in our blushing ears.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">In woe and ashes, as was meet,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">We wore the penitential sheet.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">But now I breathe a purer air,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And from the depths of my despair<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Awaken to a cheering morn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Just breaking through the night forlorn,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A morn of hopeful victory.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Awake, my countrymen, with me!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Redeem the honor which you lost.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">With any blood, at any cost!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I ask not how the war began,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Nor how the quarrel branched and ran<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To this dread height. The wrong or right<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Stands clear before God's faultless sight.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I only feel the shameful blow,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">I only see the scornful foe,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And vengeance burns in every vein<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">To die, or wipe away the stain.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The war-wise hero of the west,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Wearing his glories as a crest,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Of trophies gathered in your sight,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Is arming for the coming fight.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">Full well his wisdom apprehends<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The duty and its mighty ends;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The great occasion of the hour,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That never lay in human power<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Since over Yorktown's tented plain<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The red cross fell, nor rose again.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">My humble pledge of faith I lay,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Dear comrade of my school-boy day,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Before thee, in the nation's view,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And if thy prophet prove untrue,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And from our country's grasp be thrown<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The sceptre and the starry crown,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And thou, and all thy marshalled host<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Be baffled and in ruin lost;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Oh! let me not outlive the blow<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That seals my country's overthrow!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And, lest this woful end come true,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Men of the North, I turn to you.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Display your vaunted flag once more,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Southward your eager columns pour!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Sound trump, and fife, and rallying drum;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">From every hill and valley come.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Old men, yield up your treasured gold!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Can liberty be priced and sold?<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Fair matrons, maids, and tender brides<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Gird weapons to your lovers' sides;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And though your hearts break at the deed,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Give them your blessing and God-speed;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Then point them to the field of flame,<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span>
-<span class="i0">With words like those of Sparta's dame;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And when the ranks are full and strong,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And the whole army moves along,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">A vast result of care and skill,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Obedient to the master will;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And your young hero draws the sword,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And gives the last commanding word<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">That hurls your strength upon the foe&mdash;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Oh! let them need no second blow.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Strike, as your fathers struck of old;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through summer's heat, and winter's cold;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through pain, disaster, and defeat;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through marches tracked with bloody feet;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Through every ill that could befall<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">The holy cause that bound them all!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Strike as they struck for liberty!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Strike as they struck to make you free!<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Strike for the crown of victory!<br /></span>
-</div></div>
-
-<p class="center">END OF VOL. I.
-</p>
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-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/p226.jpg" width="600" height="137" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ci" id="Page_ci">[Pg ci]</a></span></p>
-<div class="chapter"></div>
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-<h2 class="old-english">Knickerbocker Nuggets.</h2>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Nugget</span>&mdash;"A diminutive mass of precious metal."</p>
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-<div class="center">
-<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Knickerbocker Nuggets">
-  <tr>
-    <td>
-    "Little gems of bookmaking."&mdash;<cite>Commercial Gazette</cite>, Cincinnati.</td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td>"For many a long day nothing has been thought out or
-    worked out so sure to prove entirely pleasing to cultured
-    book-lovers."&mdash;<cite>The Bookmaker.</cite></td>
-  </tr>
-  <tr>
-    <td><strong>I&mdash;Gesta Romanorum.</strong> Tales of the old monks. Edited by <span class="smcap">C. Swan</span></td>
-    <td class="tdr">$1 00</td>
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-    <td>"Probably the best general collection of our ballad literature, in moderate compass, that has yet been made."&mdash;<cite>Chicago Dial.</cite></td>
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-    <td><h3><em>In Preparation.</em></h3></td>
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-    <td> <strong>American War Ballads.</strong> A selection of the more noteworthy of the Ballads and Lyrics which were produced during the Revolution, the War of 1812, and the Civil War. Edited, with notes, by <span class="smcap">Geo. Cary Eggleston</span>. With original illustrations.</td>
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