TO CANAÄN! They'll scoop out rebels' graves; And march them off for slaves? The Lord has led us forth, To strike upon the captive's chain What song is this you 're singing? · To Canaän! To Canaän! To Canaän, to Canaän The Lord has led us forth, 247 To thunder through its adder dens When Canaän's hosts are scattered, The Lord will see to that! We'll break the tyrant's sceptre, 248 THE PATRIOT GIRL TO HER LOVER. When half the world is Freedom's The Lord has led us forth, To sweep the rebel threshing-floors, THE PATRIOT GIRL TO HER LOVER, BY GEORGE VANDENHOFF. HARK! the trumpet is sounding, it's a war-note I hear; Arise, arm, and go forth my own Knight; And though my hand tremble, my eye drop a tear, I'll gird on your sword for the fight! O deem you the maid whose affection you claim, Could bear without blushing a recreant's name, You have vowed that your heart and your hopes are in me, That you live in the light of my eyes; Let their lovebeam your beacon to victory be, My hand of your valor the prize! ·WHO'S READY. 249 Would you win one? Be worthy of her who would die Ere be link'd to a coward or slave; And yielding her heart's blood would breathe but one sigh, A prayer her dear country to save. Go forth then and conquer; be strong in the fight; Think of me, and put heart in each blow . Strike for Country, for UNION, for LOVE, and for RIGHT, And down with the insolent foe! GOD WHO'S READY? BY EDNA DEAN PROCTOR. OD help us! Who's ready? There's danger before! Who's armed and who's mounted? The foe's at the door! The smoke of his cannon hangs black o'er the plain ; His shouts ring exultant while counting our slain ; And Northward and Northward he presses his line, Who's ready? O forward! - for yours and for mine ! 250 WHO'S READY? No halting, no discord, the moments are Fates; Lead armies or councils, be soldier a-field, - Alike, so you strike when the bugle-notes call, there's death in de Earth's noblest are praying, at home and o'er sea, "God keep the great nation united and free!” Her tyrants watch, eager to leap at our life, If once we should falter or faint in the strife; Our trust is unshaken, though legions assail, Who's ready? O forward! - and Right shall prevail ! Who's ready? "All ready!" undaunted we cry ; "For Country, for Freedom, we'll fight till we die No traitor, at midnight, shall pierce us in rest; THE SNOW AT FREDERICKSBURG. 251 No alien, at noonday, shall stab us abreast; THE SNOW AT FREDERICKSBURG. ANONYMOUS. DRIFT over the slopes of the sunrise land, Oh wonderful, wonderful snow! Over the slopes of the sunrise land, And into the haunted dells Of the forests of pine, where the robbing winds Are tuning their memory bells. Into the forests of sighing pines, And over those yellow slopes, That seem but the work of the cleaving plough, That cover so many hopes! They are many indeed, and straightly made, Not shapen with loving care; But the souls let out and the broken blades |