52 FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION. And a people's Will and a people's Might Shall right the Wrong and proclaim the Right. The foe may howl at the fiat just, And gnash his fangs in the trodden dust; And the Freeman's heel is on his track. Not all in vain is the lesson taught, That a great soul's Dream is the world's New And the Scaffold marked with a death sublime FLAG OF THE CONSTELLATION. BY T. BUCHANAN READ. HE stars of morn on our banner borne THE stars of With the iris of heaven are blended; The hand of our sires first mingled those fires, And by us they shall be defended. CHORUS. Then hail the true Red, White, and Blue, The flag of the constellation; WAR SONG. It sails as it sailed by our forefathers hailed, O'er battles that made us a nation. What hand so bold, as strike from its fold, Then hail the true Red, etc. Its meteor form shall ride the storm, Peace to the world, is our motto unfurled, Though we shun not the field that is gory; At home or abroad, fearing none but our God, We will carve our own pathway to glory. Then hail the true Red, etc. WAR SONG. BY WILLIAM H. C. HOSMER. WITH sword ITH sword on thigh, “to do or die,” I march to meet the foe; 53 A pirate band have cursed the land, To Richmond on, and write upon Secession's horde from Freedom's sword Deserves a bloody tomb. Sound, bugle, sound! a rally round The fiends to tame hearts are aflame 'Tis hard to leave the babes that grieve His cherished wife, charm of his life, But duty calls, and loudly falls Our war-cry on the ear; Our banners wave above the brave— THE FLAG OF THE SKY. THE FLAG OF THE SKY. ANONYMOUS. WILLIE stood at the window, Little Willie of five years old, Watching the rainbow colors, As they fade in the sunset's gold. Red pennants and streamers of fire, "Is n't it beautiful, mamma? And the dark eyes grow so bright, They almost seem to catch the glow Of the sky's wild glory light. "See, there is the red, mamma, And there is the beautiful blue; Did God make the beautiful red, And did he make the white clouds, too? "And away up, up in the sky, Is such a little bright star; Why, God is for the Union, 55 56 TO-DAY. TO-DAY. BY JOEL BENTON. THROUGH gates of gold and pearl he came, The eastern hills were all aflame; He touched the earth with tender light, "Here comes our Friend," the Lily said; The Rose blushed to a deeper red, And all the gentle race of flowers The sky bent down its deepest blue ; The jewelled fields grew hourly fair ; The woods were still, as in a dream, "To-day, a King is, in disguise," Observed the poet, shrewdly wise; |