TO-DAY. A servant, also, to obey And lead you where you point the way. Who wrestle with him hour by hour, For, who win his treasured stores, Small note he takes of varying creeds, Actions that grow to fair renown, Discourse is vain; his lips are dumb, To all the questioner says or thinks, In him all issues centred are, And on his car, which will not wait, 57 58 FOLLOWING THE DRUM. Up, Man! and labor while you may ; FOLLOWING THE DRUM. KISS me good-by, my dear!" he said; "When I come back we will be wed." Crying, she kissed him, "Good-by, Ned!" The echoing, echoing drum. Rataplan! Rataplan! Rataplan ! The echoing, echoing drum. Proudly and firmly marched off the men ; The drum, The echoing, echoing drum. THE UNION. One with a woman's curl next to his heart, She thought "death in life" comes when we part The echoing, echoing drum. THE UNION! A NATIONAL SONG. BY FRANCIS DE HAES JANVIER. "Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable!" I. WEBSTER. THE Union! The Union! The hope of the free! Howsoe'er we may differ, in this we agree : Our glorious banner no traitor shall mar, By effacing a stripe, or destroying a star! Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever! 60 THE UNION. II. The Union! The Union! 'T was purchased with blood! Side by side, to secure it, our forefathers stood: From the North to the South, through the length of the land, Ran the war-cry which summoned that patriot band! Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever! III The Union! The Union! At Lexington first, Through the clouds of oppression, its radiance burst: But at Yorktown rolled back the last vapory crest, And, a bright constellation, it blazed in the West! Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever! IV. The Union The Union! Its heavenly light Cheers the hearts of the nations who grope in the night, THE BATTLE. 61 And, athwart the wide ocean, falls, gilding the tides, A path to the country where Freedom abides! Division! No, never! The Union forever! And cursed be the hand that our country would sever! V. The Union! The Union! In God we repose! We confide in the power that vanquished our foes! The God of our fathers, - Oh, still may He be THE BATTLE. THE battle BY RUTH N. CROMWELL. HE battle was over, we had won it, they said; I heard the brief tale of the heroes who led,— Of the hosts that went in, of the few that came out, Of the charge for the Union, the carnage and rout. |