STARS IN MY COUNTRY'S SKY. 203 Your flag, the gamest of the game, Sank proudly with you not in shame, But in its ancient glory; The mem'ry of its parting gleam STARS IN MY COUNTRY'S SKY. BY L. H. SIGOURNEY. ARE ye all there? Are Are ye all there, Stars of my country's sky? ye all there? Are ye all there, In your shining homes on high? "Count us! Count us," was their answer, As they dazzled on my view, In glorious perihelion, Amid their field of blue. I cannot count ye rightly; There's a cloud with sable rim; I cannot make your number out, For my eyes with tears are dim. 204 STARS IN MY COUNTRY'S SKY. Oh! bright and blessed Angel, On white wing floating by, Help me to count and not to miss Then the Angel touched mine eyelids, And it fled with murky shroud. 'Mid all that sister race; The Southern Cross gleamed radiant forth, Then I knew it was the Angel The diapason swelled. OLD FANEUIL HALL. 205 OLD FANEUIL HALL. BY EDWARD E. HALE. NOME soldiers, join a Yankee COME song, And cheer us, as we march along, With Yankee voices, full and strong, Join in chorus all; Our Yankee notions here we bring, With "OLD FANEUIL HALL!" When first our Fathers made us free, In days like those the chosen spot So when, to steal our tea and toast, 206 OLD FANEUIL HALL. He stood on Sumter's tattered flag, On OLD FANEUIL HALL! But war's a game that two can play ; Down South at Abram's call! And on that day which draws so nigh "Charge bayonets- all!" OUR UNION AND OUR FLAG. 207 OUR UNION AND OUR FLAG. BY RUTH N. CROMWELL. MY flag, when first those starry folds Which waved o'er Sumter's band That lifts it from love's torturing rack To hurl the insult back. If shame then hushed Columbia's breath The lull before the storm. Then men awoke, soul spoke to soul, And hand grasped hand, for woe or weal; Then wavering hearts were turned to iron, And nerves were turned to steel. Old feuds were not, old parties died; We gave our men as freely then |