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And basking in the chimney's ample blaze,
Mid many a tale told of his childish days,
The nurse shall cry, of all her ills beguiled,
""Twas on these knees he sate so oft and smiled."
And soon again shall music swell the breeze;
Soon, issuing forth, shall glitter through the trees
Vestures of nuptial white; and hymns be sung,
And violets scattered round; and old and young,
In every cottage-porch, with garlands green,
Stand still to gaze, and gazing, bless the scene;
While, her dark eyes declining, by his side
Moves in her virgin-veil the gentle bride.

And once, alas! nor in a distant hour,
Another voice shall come from yonder tower;
When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen,
And weepings heard where only joy has been;
When by his children borne, and from his door
Slowly departing to return no more,

He rests in holy earth with them that went before.

Rogers.

COLUMBIA.

HARP of Columbia! there is still
A theme to waken thee;
Thou canst again the bosom thrill
As when, of old, from hill to hill,
Thy echoes roused the yeoman's will,
And taught him to be free!

Hast thou forgot the songs of yore
Amid the scenes of peace?

And shall thy music nevermore

Awake the land from shore to shore,
As when from tyrant's hateful power,
Our fathers sought release?

Who calls America a land

Degenerate and base?

"Tis false! 'tis false! that noble band

Who sought their freedom, sword in hand,

Shall see their sons forever stand

A free, a loyal race.

How base the heart that could forget
The blood the fathers spilt!

How heartless he who leaves the debt
Of gratitude to go unmet,
And he, how tenfold baser yet,
Who glories in the guilt!

Ah, yes! Columbia is true,

Her sons are firm and brave; Let traitors come with fierce ado,

We'll break their columns through and through, A traitor's death we'll give them, too,

And each a traitor's grave.

Then sweep, ye winds, across the plain!
Ye rivers, to the sea!

Proclaim the word o'er earth and main,
The blood of yore is young again,
Its loyalty without a stain,

Columbia still is free!

THIRTY-FOUR.

FLING out the banner on the breeze;
Shake out each starry fold;
Summon the stalwart soldiers forth,
The mighty, and the bold—
The bell of freedom from its tower
Its solemn call has tolled.

The sound sweeps wildly o'er the land,
Sweeps o'er the bounding sea;

It echoes from each mountain-top,

It

The anthem of the free;

snaps the chain which sin has forged, It sings for liberty.

Marshal the legions for the fight,

The youthful and the brave;

Stand for the noble and the right,

The glorious Union save;

Stand for the cause for which their blood

Our patriot fathers gave.

Dyer.

Dread not the angry foeman's rage;
Dread not the tempest's crash;
Dread not the billows, though the cliffs
Along the shore they lash;

Dread not the awful thunder's roar,

Nor lightning's piercing flash.

Above the cloud the brilliant sky
Shines in immortal blue;

And light, like Heaven's approving smile,
Streams, in its glory, through;

Be patient, till the strife is o'er;
Have faith to dare and do.

With willing heart Heaven's high behest
Fulfil without alarm;

The foe has planted for our hand,

And nursed the conqueror's balm;

And He that bade the sea

"Be still,"

The stormy waves will calm.

Then fling the banner to the wind-
The emblem of the free;

Strike the sweet harp-tones that proclaim
The reign of Liberty;

And bid the melody rebound

From every trembling key.

And count each star that studs the blue,
Whate'er the past has been,

A wayward wanderer, welcomed back,
To fill its place again ;-

A loving band of sister-lights,

Just like the Old Thirteen.

Strike not one jewel from the crest
The loving mother wore;
Re-set the gems upon her breast,

Each where it stood before.

Clasp in the glorious cynosure,

The whole dear Thirty-Four.-S. F. Smith.

THE BATTLE OF PORT ROYAL.

FAIR glanced the day along Port Royal's tide,
Glanced o'er embattled forts on either side,
Where Hilton Head and Low Bay Point defied
The armada of the free;

A martial show, that vast, invading fleet!

When rose their flag, when mustering-drums were beat;
When rang the cheer that all the shores repeat,
Re-echoing o'er the sea!

Then came the conflict. From Fort Walker's wall
Glanced the red fires, fast sped the hissing ball;
Thick smokes, volcanic, hover'd like a pall,
A dim sulphureous veil;

The Bay Point batteries, like a furnace, cast
Their iron tempest in incessant blast;

How might survive the crew, the spar, the mast,
Before that fearful hail!

Yet all in vain! The star-flag still arose,
Nailed to each mast, a target for its foes;
The rough tars cheer, and on each frigate goes
In undismay'd career;

Stern Dupont leads his Wabash to the goal,
And Pawnee, Susquehanna, Seminole,

And stout Bienville* their dread thunders roll,
'Mid shout and battle-cheer.

Thick flew the shell within each rampart's breath;
High rose the brown sand in that storm of death;
So o'er the desert doth Sirocco's breath

The caravan betray;

For three long hours that hurricane of gore
Through stony embrasure and rampart tore;
Guns were dismantled, men in many a score
Were withering swept away.

In vain their toil! In vain the rebel strife;
No human courage might withstand, with life,
That storm, when every moment was so rife
With desolating scourge!

*Pronounced Be-án-veal.

They fled, they flew, their arms aside were thrown;
No guns were spiked, no standards were pluck'd down,
But wild with terror, o'er the country strewn,

Their frantic race they urge!

So ends the strife. The victor's guns are mute;
The shouting squadron their brave flag salute;
The veteran sailor and the raw recruit

Their deafening cheerings pour;

Prone drops the flag from yonder rebel mast-
Soon to the breeze the Union Stars are cast;
Avenged is Sumter's humbled flag at last,
On Carolina's shore!

Flag of our hearts, our symbol and our trust,
Though treason trample thy bright folds in dust,
Though dark rebellion, vile ambition's lust,
Conspire to tear thee down;

Millions of loyal lips will thee caress;
Millions of loyal hearts thy stars will bless,
Millions of loyal arms will round thee press,
To guard thy old renown!-Mc Clellan.

NEVER!

"I may be asked, as I have been asked, when I am for the dissolution of the Union. I answer, Never-never-never!"—Henry Clay.

You ask me when I'd rend the scroll
Our fathers' names are written o'er,
When I would see our flag unroll

Its mingled stars and stripes no more-
When, with a worse than felon's hand,
Or felon's counsels, I would sever
The Union of this glorious land?
I answer, never! never! never!

Think ye that I could brook to see
The emblem I have loved so long,
Borne peaceful o'er the distant sea,
Torn, trampled by a frenzied throng?
Divided, measured, parcelled out,
Tamely surrendered up forever,
To gratify a lawless rout

Of traitors? never! never! never!

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