One glance, and a look, half-sad, half-wild, LYON. SING, bird, on green Missouri's plain, The saddest song of sorrow; Up rose serene the August sun, Up curled from musket and from gun It gathered like a funeral pall, Now broken and now blended, Where rang the buffalo's angry call, And rank with rank contended. Four thousand men, as brave and true Upon the foe that morning threw They feared not death, men bless the field That patriot soldiers die on ; Fair Freedom's cause was sword and shield, And at their head was Lyon! Their leader's troubled soul looked forth Sad soul! the burden of the North "General, come, lead us!" loud the cry Twice wounded, no wound knowing, The fire of battle in his blood And on his forehead glowing. Oh, cursed for aye that traitor's hand, LYON. Which smote the bravest of the land, The battle's furious billow, As calmly as a babe may rest So Lyon died! and well may flowers Living, his country was his bride, His life he gave her dying, Life, fortune, love, — he naught denied To her and to her sighing. Rest, Patriot, in thy hill-side grave, Her bannered stars wave o'er thee! Upon her history's brightest page, H. P. 135 136 THE MUSIC OF UNION. KEEP STEP WITH THE MUSIC OF UNION. BY WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE. EEP step with the music of Union, ΚΕ The music our ancestors sung, For millions eternally stand. North and South, East and West, all un- One banner alone o'er the sod; Keep step with the music of Union! THE MUSIC OF UNION. Keep step with the music of Union! The forests have sunk at its sound; The pioneer's brow been with triumph And labor's broad opulence crowned. O yet shall all rude giant forces Of Nature be chained to our cars, And States that have madly seceded Return to the Stripes and the Stars. North and South, etc. Keep step with the music of Union ! And they who would dare to attack us "Keep step with the music of Union!" Like lightnings of Heaven from his eyes; Who dare trail their blasphemous slime 137 |