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TO CANAÄN!

They'll scoop out rebels' graves;
Who then will be their owner

And march them off for slaves?
To Canaan, to Canaän

The Lord has led us forth,

To strike upon the captive's chain
The hammers of the North!

What song is this you 're singing?
The same that Israel sung
When Moses led the mighty choir,
And Miriam's timbrel rung!

· To Canaän! To Canaän!
The priests and maidens cried;
To Canaan! To Canaän!
The people's voice replied.

To Canaän, to Canaän

The Lord has led us forth,

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To thunder through its adder dens
The anthems of the North!

When Canaän's hosts are scattered,
And all her walls lie flat,
What follows next in order?

The Lord will see to that!

We'll break the tyrant's sceptre,
We'll build the people's throne,

248 THE PATRIOT GIRL TO HER LOVER.

When half the world is Freedom's
Then all the world's our own!
To Canaan, to Canaan

The Lord has led us forth,

To sweep the rebel threshing-floors,
A whirlwind from the North!

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,
Though loving as I have loved you,

Could bear without blushing a recreant's name,
To his country, to honor, untrue?

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.

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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 !

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WHO'S READY?

No halting, no discord, the moments are Fates;
To shame or to glory they open the gates!
There's all we hold dearest to lose or to win ;
The web of the future to-day we must spin;
And bid the hours follow with knell or with chime,
Who's ready? O forward! - while yet there is
time!

Lead armies or councils, be soldier a-field, -
Alike, so your valor is Liberty's shield!

Alike, so you strike when the bugle-notes call,
For Country, for Fireside, for Freedom to All!
The blows of the boldest will carry the day,
Who's ready? O forward!
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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;

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No alien, at noonday, shall stab us abreast;
The God of our Fathers is guiding us still,
All forward! we're ready, and conquer we will!"

THE SNOW AT FREDERICKSBURG.

ANONYMOUS.

DRIFT over the slopes of the sunrise land,

Oh wonderful, wonderful snow!
Oh! pure as the breast of a virgin saint,
Drift tenderly, soft, and slow!

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
May never be counted there!

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