Shame to the coward come, Death be the traitor's doom, Perish his name!

True be their hearts who rear
Our starry flag in air-
Ever their praise we'll bear,

Deathless their fame!

Run up the Stripes and Stars
Borne in our father's wars,

Victor through all;

For it, on battle-field,

Their sons the sword will wield! Never that flag will yield,

Though we may fall!

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.

The Star Spangled Banner that blows broad and brave,

O'er the home of the free, o'er the hut of the slaveWhose stars in the face of no foe e'er waxed pale, And whose stripes are for those that the stars dare

assail

Whose folds every year broader and broader have

grown,

Till they shadow both arctic and tropical zone,
From the Sierra Nevada to Florida's shore,
And, like Oliver Twist, are still asking for more.

That banner whose infantile bunting can boast,
To have witnessed the Union's great charter en-
grossed,

Which at Boston saw Freedom's stout struggle begun,
And from Washington welcomed its victory won-

For our fathers in rebel defiance it spread,
But to us it waves brotherly greeting instead;
And Concord and Peace, not Bellona and Mars,
Now support England's Jack and the States' Stripes
and Stars.

Can it be there are parricide hands that would tear
This Star-Spangled Banner, so broad and so fair?
And if there be hands would such sacrilege try,
Is the bunting too weak the attempt to defy?

Alas! while its woof Freedom wove in her loom, She paused in her work, and the Fiend took her room,

And, seizing the shuttle that Freedom had left,
Threw Slavery's warp across Liberty's weft.

How the Fiend laughed and leaped, as the swift shuttle flew,

With its blood-rotted threads, the fair weft running through;

"Now cut out your web-it is broad, it is long-
'Twixt Fiend's work and Freedom's, let's hope it is
strong."

And now that the blood-rotted warp is worn bare,
The flag it is fraying, the flag it may tear;

For the Fiend cheers on those who to rend it essay,
And the work he's had hand in is apt to give way.

Now Heaven guide the issue! May Freedom's white hands,

Ere too late, from the flag pluck those blood-rotted

strands,

And to battle and breeze fling the banner in proof That 'tis all her own fabric, in warp as in woof.

VOL. II.-POETRY 5

BY DAVID PAUL BROWN.

The flag you boast is Nature's gift,
Forever fresh and new,

You bear displayed upon your face,
The Red, the White, and Blue.

Your fair complexion is the White,
Your eyes of azure hue;
The rose that mantles on your cheek,
Completes White, Red, and Blue.

A patriot, thus by nature framed,
Scorns artificial lures,

And, nurtured by the smiles of Heav'n,
Through time and change endures.

But should your bright complexion fade,
Your eyes forget to beam,
And all the beauties of the rose
Prove fleeting as a dream-

Still far beyond all outward show,
That captivates the eye,
Within your gentle bosom glow
Virtues that never die.

The patriot heart is ever there,
Change colors as they will,
In war or peace, hope or despair,
True to your country still.

OUR FLAG.

BY WILLIAM J. ROLFE. AIR-"Suoni la tromba." Hail to the flag of Stripes and Stars That floats in beauty o'er us! Ye sons and daughters of the free, Ring out the joyful chorus! The ties that bind us State to State Foul treason shall not sever; That starry flag shall proudly wave O'er all the land forever!

Hail to the flag, &c.

New stars shall cluster on its folds,
But never one shall vanish;
The radiance once arisen there

No traitor hand shall banish!
Her empire Freedom shall extend
Beneath our eagle's pinion;

From North to South, from East to West, Shall stretch her broad dominion!

Then hail, all hail the Stripes and Stars,
That float in glory o'er us!

Ye sons and daughters of the free,
Ring out the joyful chorus !

HEAR US, FATHER! SAVE OUR LAND.

A NATIONAL HYMN.

BY ELIZABETH T. PORTER BEACH.
TUNE-" Hail Columbia."

Hear us, Father! Save our land!
Guide and bless our martial band!
Who bravely stand in Freedom's cause!
Who bravely stand in Freedom's cause!
And with Thine holy arm of might,
Protect Thy children through the fight!

Give us the victory, Lord, we pray!
Conquerors we, in battle fray!
Conquerors in all strife with sin,
That life's conflicts we may win!
CHORUS.-Hark! the pean of our band!

God! our Fathers! and our Land!
Freedom! Union! Peace! and Love!
Watchwords in the world above.

Sainted martyrs brave of old,
Sainted heroes, sad behold

Madly the foe-an erring band,
Madly the foe, with impious hand!
Invade the shrine, where sacred rest
The blood-earned trophies of the blest!
By our Washington's great name,
By our country's glorious fame!
For our Constitution just!

For our God! in whom we trust.
CHORUS.-Ring the pæan of our band,

God! our Fathers, and our Land!
Freedom! Union! Peace! and Love!
Watchwords in the heaven above!

NEW YORK, June 5, 1861.

Weaponed well, to war we ride:
The ball is open, the hall is wide-
The sabre, as it quits the sheath,
And beams with the lurid light of death,
And the deadly glance

Of the glittering lance,

Are the taper-lights of the battle-dance.
Weaponed well, to war we ride-
Find your foemen on either side,
But woe to those who miss the time,
Where one false step is a deadly crime;
Who loses breath

In the dance of death,

Wins, nor wears, nor wants the wreath.

Weaponed well, to war we ride

Our swords are keen, our cause is tried;
When the keen edge cuts and the blood runs free,
May we die in the hour of victory!

We feel no dread;

The battle-bed,

Hurrah! for the flag that our forefathers bore,
In storm and in tempest, on sea and on shore !
Hurrah! for the hearts that have ever been true,
In the days that are past, to the Red, White, and
Blue!

Then rally, boys, rally! from mountain and valley,
Speak death to the traitor, and hope to the free:
Shake out the old banner, with shout and ho-
sannah,

And see if the people love liberty, see!
What fear we from those who invade without fear,
The rights that all nations and people revere?
Have our arms become weak, and our feet become
slow,

That we tremblingly pale in the face of the foe!
No! rally, boys, rally! from mountain and valley,
Speak death to the traitor, and hope to the free;
Shake out the old banner, with shout and ho-
sannah,

And see if the people love liberty, see!

The Union! we swear to preserve it entire,
Baptizing its pillars in blood and in fire,
For the exile and stranger recline in its shade,
And the hopes of a world are engraved on its blade.
Then rally, boys, rally! from mountain and valley,
Speak death to the traitor, and hope to the free;
Shake out the old banner, with shout and ho-
sannah,

And see if the people love liberty, see!

Let the heart of the Nation rejoice in its might,
As the banner of stars is unfurled in the fight,
And the lightnings of Heaven blast the traitorous

hand

That blots out one star from the flag of our land. Then rally, boys, rally! from mountain and valley, Speak death to the traitor, and hope to the free; Shake out the old banner, with shout and hosannah,

And see if the people love liberty, see!

-New Haven (Conn.) Palladium.

TO THE UNITED STATES.

BY MAYNE REID.

O, land of my longings, beyond the Atlantic, What horrible dream has disturbed thy repose? What demon hath driven thy citizens frantic

A grief to their friends, and a joy to thy foes?

Is it true they are arming to kill one another?
That sire and son are in hostile array?
That brother is baring his blade against brother-
Each madly preparing the other to slay?

Is it true the star banner, so dear to the sight
Of freemen, may fall by a factionist's blow-
That banner I've borne through the midst of the
fight,

Side by side with thy sons, as they charged on the

foe?

I would not-I will not-I cannot believe it! Oh! rally around it, and stand by the staff!

What has caused thee to course on so vile a career-
To abandon the Ark of the brave and the free,
And ship on a craft with no rudder to steer?
'Twas the purpose of making a future for thee.*

Thou art false, foolish man, to Liberty's cause-
To Humanity's hope-to Freedom's intent-
To thy country's chart, equal justice and laws,
And upon their destruction art bent.

Pray, dost thou forget that rebellion's sad end,
First raised against God's great kingdom above?
If not, then beware, for the times now portend
A fall, no less great, to thy pride and self-love.

For the spirit of Him, like the pillar of light,
To the Jews 'neath King Pharaoh's fell sway,
Will guide to success Freedom's sons through this
fight,

And put thy hordes to the sword, or to flight.

Let the flag of our country float proudly on high,
And its stars shed their lustre around;

And the tyrants of men will exultingly laugh.

Aye, sure would the priests and princes of earth Greet the fall of thy flag with a joyous "hurrah!" Even now scarce suppressing demoniac mirth,

They would hail thy decadence with a fiendish "ha, ha!"

And he who would help them to win their foul game, Whether Northern or Southern-no matter which claims him

Be a brand on his brow, and a blight on his fame, And scorn on the lips of the humblest who names him!

Be palsied the arm that draws sword fratricidal! May the steel of the traitor be broken in two! May his maiden betrothed, on the morn of his bridal, Prove as faithless to him as he has been to you! United, no power 'neath heaven can shake thee

No purple-robed despot e'er smile on thy shameAsunder, like reeds, they will bruise thee and break thee,

And waste thee as flax in the pitiless flame.
Woe, woe, to the world, if this fatal division
Should ever arise in the ranks of the free!
O brothers, avoid, then, the fearful collision,
And millions unborn will sing praises to thee!
LONDON.

THE TREASON OF DAVIS.

BY THOMAS FITNAM.

Let the flag of our country float proudly on high,
And its stars shed their lustre around,

Till not a cloud of secession be seen on our sky-
Till not a foe to our Union be found,

Let the wayward and wicked plot on with their schemes

To destroy this great country of ours;

They'll discover, alas! but too soon that their dreams
Are the whims of a will without powers.

Oh, Davis, Jeff. Davis, why covet the doom
That traitors deserve and receive?

Till not a foe to our Union be found.

-Washington Morning Chronicle.

SONG OF THE STARS AND STRIPES.

BY REV. E. H. SEARS.

We see the gallant streamer yet
Float from the bastioned walls,-
One hearty song for fatherland,

Before its banner falls!

Last on our gaze when outward bound We plough the ocean's foam,First on our longing eyes again

To waft our welcome home!

Beneath thy shade we've toiled in peace,
The golden corn we reap;
We've taken home our bonny brides,
We've rocked our babes to sleep;
We marched to front the battle-storms
That brought the invaders nigh,
When the grim lion cowered and sank
Beneath the eagle's eye.

Beneath the Stars and Stripes we'll keep,

Come years of weal or woe:

Close up close up the broken line,
And let the traitors go!

Ho! brothers of the "Border States!"
We reach across the line,

And pledge our faith and honor now,
As once in Auld Lang Syne.

We'll keep the memories bright and green
Of all our old renown,

We'll strike the traitor hand that's raised
To pluck the eagle down.
Still shall it guard your Southern homes
From all the foes that come,—
We'll move with you to harp and flute,
Or march to fife and drum!

Mr. Davis, in company with some gentlemen, who were drinking in the restaurant beneath the Senate cham

For the fame of the fool or the knave?

following language: "Gentlemen, there is no future for me in this Union,"

Or, if ye turn from us in scorn,

Still shall our nation's sign

Roll out again its streaming stars
On all the border line,
And with the same old rallying-cry,
Beneath its folds we'll meet,

And they shall be our conquering sign,
Or be our winding-sheet!

'Tis said that when Jerusalem
Sank in her last despair,

A spectre sword hung gory red
Just o'er her in the air:

Ye that tear down your country's flag,
Look when God's gathering ire
Hangs in its place, just o'er your heads,
A sword of bloody fire!

-Monthly Religious Magazine.

THE MEN WHO FELL IN BALTIMORE.

BY JOHN W. FORNEY.

Our country's call awoke the land
From mountain heights to ocean strand.
The Old Keystone, the Bay State, too,
In all her direst dangers true,
Resolved to answer to her cry,
For her to bleed, for her to die;
And so they marched, their flag before,
For Washington, through Baltimore.

Our men from Berks and Schuylkill came-
Lehigh and Mifflin in their train:
First in the field they sought the way,
Hearts beating high and spirits gay;
Heard the wild yells of fiendish spite,
Of armed mobs on left and right;
But on they marched, their flag before,
For Washington, through Baltimore.

Next came the Massachusetts nien,
Gathered from city, glade, and glen:
No hate for South, but love for all,
They answered to their country's call.
The path to them seemed broad and bright,
They sought no foeman and no fight,
As on they marched, their flag before,
New England's braves through Baltimore.

But when they showed their martial pride,
And closed their glittering columns wide,
They found their welcome in the fire
Of maddened foes and demons dire,
Who, like the fiends from hell sent forth,
Attacked these heroes of the North:
These heroes bold, with travel sore,
While on their way through Baltimore.

From every stifling den and street,
They rushed the gallant band to meet-
Forgot the cause they came to save-
Forgot that those they struck were brave-
Forgot the dearest ties of blood
That bound them in one brotherhood;
Forgot the flag that floated o'er
Their countrymen in Baltimore.

And the great song their son had penned,
To rally freemen to defend

The banner of the Stripes and Stars,
That makes victorious all our wars,

Was laughed to scorn, as madly then They greeted all the gallant men Who came from Massachusetts shore To Washington, through Baltimore.

And when, with wildest grief, at last,
They saw their comrades falling fast,
Full on the hell-hounds in their track,
They wheeled, and drove the cowards back.
Then, with their hearts o'erwhelmed with woe,
Measured their progress, stern and slow;
Their wounded on their shoulders bore
To Washington, through Baltimore.

Yet, while New England mourns her dead,
The blood by Treason foully shed,
Like that which flowed at Lexington,
When Freedom's earliest fight begun,
Will make the day, the month, the year,
To every patriot's memory dear.
Sons of great fathers gone before,
They fell for Right at Baltimore !

An hour passed on-great Jeff. awoke;
That bright dream was his last;
He woke to hear his sentries cry:
"The Yankees come!" and see them fly.
He woke to find his tent hemmed round
By Northern men, who kept their ground

'Neath shot, and shell, and fiery blast; Then entered, scorning to shoot him, And hung him to the nearest limb,

While Scott cheered on his band: "Strike-for the good and righteous cause: Strike-for the Country and its Laws; Strike-nor let your striking pause Till Right doth rule our land!"

God save the flag of our native land,
From the pine-clad North to the palmy South,
The loyal people-the Union-band,

Shall repeat the promise from mouth to mouth. By Valley Forge, with its memories deep,

Of the blood that crimsoned the midnight snow, The flag of our country we swear to keep, It shall never be lowered to greet the foe! American freemen hand to hand,

A bulwark to guard it well, shall stand; God save the flag of our native land! ROSEHEATH, KY., June 21. 1861.

-Louisville Journal.