Here we have two armies halting, Waiting but the word "Engage," To shake the earth with their fierce battle, To the armies that command ? Ah, 'tis Equity and Justice Pleading with the God of wars! Who with blood the land would fill: Tho' internal strife divides us, We are human brothers still! Ground your arms! rebellious brothers, And let Reason take the lead; J. HENRY HAYWARD. UNDER THE WASHINGTON ELM, CAMBRIDGE, ENGAGEMENT AT PARIS, TENN., Eighty years have passed, and more, Our fathers gathered in arms and swore Half their work was done, Half is left to do Cambridge, and Concord, and Lexington! What shall be told of you? Hark-'tis the South wind mourns Who are the martyrs down! Ah, the marrow was true in your children's bones What if the storm clouds blow? What if the green leaves fall? Better the crushing tempest's throe Than the army of worms that gnawed below: Trample them one and all! Then, when the battle is won, And the land from traitors free, Our children shall tell of the strife begun Was bright on our brave old tree! OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. THE SOLDIER'S WIFE. CAPTURE OF THE FORTS AT NEW MADRID, MO., MARCH 13TH, '62. How wearily the days go by, How silence sits a guest at home, While she, with listless step and eye, Still waits for one who does not come ! The sunshine streams across the floor, A golden, solitary track; The flies hum in and out the door; The olden clock goes click-a-clack ! Watches the kitten's noiseless play; When twilight cometh, dim and gray, And all around her broods the night. Then, "By-lo-baby, baby-by!" She sings her little one to rest; And muses, with its rosy face Held warm and close against her breast. Beside her couch she weary kneels, And clasps her hands before her face- The stars slide down night's silvery slopes. Lo! from the distant West a glorious light Which gilds the eastern sky so brilliantly, Until the day is beaming full and clear Where until now was gloom, and doubt, and fear! And wrong cannot prevail with all its might! And soothe their anguish with His blessings mild! And succor those who fought so brave and true! J. GORDON EMMONS. WHO WILL CARE FOR MOTHER NOW? AFTER THE BATTLE OF VALLE RANCHE, NEW MEXICO, WHY am I so weak and weary, · If you'll only tell me truly Who will care for mother now. Who will comfort her in sorrow, Kneeling, praying for me! how Let this knapsack be my pillow, Who will care for mother now? C. C. SAWYER. |