OUR COUNTRY IS CALLING. 23 Be our beloved country's shield, Till the war has passed away. OUR COUNTRY IS CALLING. BY F. H. Hedge, d. d. [Wohl auf! Cameraden! aufs Pferd, aufs Pferd!] OUR UR country is calling! Go forth! go forth! In danger your manhood must prove its worth, Our country is calling, our country that bleeds The soldier who fronts death face to face Is foremost now of the patriot race. Our country is calling! we come! we come! For Freedom and Union we rally; 24 THE VOICE OF THE NORTH. Our heart-beat echoes the beating drum, Our thoughts with the trumpet tally; Our country is calling with names that of old May those of to-day, when its tale shall be told, Be our banner redeemed the reward of our scars, No scathe on its stripes and no cloud on its stars! THE VOICE OF THE NORTH. BY JOHN G. WHITTIER. UP the hill-side, down the glen, Rouse the sleeping citizen: Like a lion growling low Like a night-storm rising slow- It is coming — it is nigh! 25 25 THE VOICE OF THE NORTH. On the Clang the bells in all your spires, gray hills of your sires Fling to heaven your signal-fires. Oh! for God and duty stand, Perish party perish clan; Like the angels' voice sublime, With one heart and with one mouth, Camp-ward, the watchfires gleam Hope-fires shine everywherc, Crouches th' assassin spy; Shrinks at the guardsman's tread, Quails 'fore his gleaming eyes, Creeps back with baffled hate, Naught can beguile his bold, Unsleeping vigilance ; E'en in the fireflame, old Visions unheeded dance. Fearless of lurking spy, Scornful of wassail-swell, |