Shame to the coward come, Death be the traitor's doom, Perish his name! True be their hearts who rear Deathless their fame! Run up the Stripes and Stars 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, That banner whose infantile bunting can boast, Which at Boston saw Freedom's stout struggle begun, For our fathers in rebel defiance it spread, Can it be there are parricide hands that would tear Alas! while its woof Freedom wove in her loom, And, seizing the shuttle that Freedom had left, 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- And now that the blood-rotted warp is worn bare, For the Fiend cheers on those who to rend it essay, 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, You bear displayed upon your face, Your fair complexion is the White, A patriot, thus by nature framed, And, nurtured by the smiles of Heav'n, But should your bright complexion fade, Still far beyond all outward show, The patriot heart is ever there, 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, No traitor hand shall banish! From North to South, from East to West, Shall stretch her broad dominion! Then hail, all hail the Stripes and Stars, Ye sons and daughters of the free, HEAR US, FATHER! SAVE OUR LAND. A NATIONAL HYMN. BY ELIZABETH T. PORTER BEACH. Hear us, Father! Save our land! Give us the victory, Lord, we pray! God! our Fathers! and our Land! Sainted martyrs brave of old, God! our Fathers, and our Land! NEW YORK, June 5, 1861. Weaponed well, to war we ride: Of the glittering lance, Are the taper-lights of the battle-dance. 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; We feel no dread; The battle-bed, Where'er it be, has heaven o'erhead. NATIONAL SONG. "L BY IKE." -Knickerbocker. Hurrah! for the flag that our forefathers bore, Then rally, boys, rally! from mountain and valley, And see if the people love liberty, see! That we tremblingly pale in the face of the foe! And see if the people love liberty, see! The Union! we swear to preserve it entire, And see if the people love liberty, see! Let the heart of the Nation rejoice in its might, 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? Is it true the star banner, so dear to the sight 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- Pray, dost thou forget that rebellion's sad end, For the spirit of Him, like the pillar of light, And put thy hordes to the sword, or to flight. Let the flag of our country float proudly on high, Or the children of men will have reason to grieve it, Till not a cloud of secession be seen on our sky 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 แ 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. O brothers, avoid, then, the fearful collision, 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 Last on our gaze when outward bound To waft our welcome home! Beneath thy shade we've toiled in peace, Beneath the Stars and Stripes we'll keep, Close up close up the broken line, Ho! brothers of the "Border States!" And pledge our faith and honor now, We'll keep the memories bright and green We'll strike the traitor hand that's raised Mr. Davis, in company with some gentlemen, who were drinking in the restaurant beneath the Senate cham her, during the first session of the last Congress, used the following language: "Gentlemen, there is no future for me in this Union." Or, if ye turn from us in scorn, And they shall be our conquering sign, "Tis said that when Jerusalem Just o'er her in the air: Ye that tear down your country's flag, -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. Our men from Berks and Schuylkill came- Next came the Massachusetts men, But when they showed their martial pride, From every stifling den and street, That bound them in one brotherhood; And the great song their son had penned, The banner of the Stripes and Stars, An hour passed on-great Jeff. awoke; While Scott cheered on his band: GOD SAVE THE FLAG OF OUR NATIVE LAND. DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER, WHO WAS IN THE WAR OF 1812, THE BRAVE BOY-CORNET OF THE BOURBON CAVALRY, KENTUCKY. BY M. R. M. I. God save the flag of our native land The glorious banner of Stripes and Stars! Crushed be the treacherous, craven hand, That its hallowed and blended beauty mars! Long hath it gallantly floated out, Our ensign of freedom on sea and shore, And the sovereign people, with loyal shout Shall rally around it forevermore. American freemen, hand to hand, A bulkwark to guard it well, shall stand; II. It gladdened the eyes of Washington, American freemen, hand to hand, III. Anderson guarded it through the fray, Sumter shall loom over the waters blue, A monument true to the Stripes and Stars- Their beauty or tears the folds apart. A bulwark to guard it well, shall stand; IV. By the shot that struck it from Moultrie's height, If we cease to guard it by freedom's might, A bulwark to guard it well, shall stand; V. God save the flag of our native land, 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. |