And the glintings of glory that slid from her track By the sheen of our rifles were gayly flung back, "Column! Forward!"

And the woodlands grew purple with sunshiny mist,

And the blue-crested hill-tops with rose-light were

kissed,

And the earth gave her prayers to the sun in per

fumes,

Till we marched as through gardens, and trampled on blooms,

"Column! Forward!"

Ay! trampled on blossoms, and seared the sweet

breath

Of the green-wood with low-brooding vapors of

death;

O'er the flowers and the corn we were borne like a

blast,

And away to the forefront of battle we passed,

When the long line of chanting Zouaves, like a

flood,

From the green of the woodlands rolled, crimson as

blood,

"Column! Forward!"

While the sound of their song, like the surge of the

seas,

With the "Star-Spangled Banner" swelled over the leas;

And the sword of Duryea, like a torch, led the

way,

Bearing down on the batteries of Bethel that

day,

"Column! Forward!"

Through green-tasselled cornfields our columns were thrown,

And like corn by the red scythe of fire we were

mown;

*The march on Bethel was begun in high spirits, at midnight, but it was near noon when the Zouaves, in their crimson uniform, led by Colonel Duryea, charged the batteries, after singing the "Star-Spangled Banner" in chorus. Major Winthrop fell in the storming of the enemy's defences, and was left on the battle-field. Lieut. Greble, the only other officer killed, was shot at his gun soon after. This fatal contest inaugurated the "war of posts" which raged in Virginia.

Oh! the fields of fair June have no lack of sweet

flowers,

But their rarest and best breathe no fragrance like

ours ;

And the sunshine of June, sprinkling gold on the

corn,

Hath no harvest that ripeneth like BETHEL's red

morn,

"Column Forward!"

When our heroes, like bridegrooms, with lips and with breath,

Drank the first kiss of Danger and clasped her in

death;

And the heart of brave WINTHROP grew mute, with his lyre,

When the plumes of his genius lay moulting in

fire,

"Column! Forward!"

Where he fell shall be sunshine as bright as his

name,

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And the grass where he slept shall be green as his

fame;

For the gold of the Pen and the steel of the

Sword

Write his deeds in his blood on the land he

adored,

"Column! Forward!"

And the soul of our comrade shall sweeten the

air,

And the flowers and the grass-blades his memory

upbear;

While the breath of his genius, like music in leaves, With the corn-tassels whispers, and sings in the sheaves,

"Column! Forward!"

NORTHMEN, COME OUT!

DEDICATED TO THE MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENTS.

BY CHARLES GODFREY LELAND.

(AIR- Burschen heraus!) NORTHMEN, come out!

Forth unto battle with storm and shout!

Freedom calls you once again,

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NORTHMEN, COME OUT.!

To flag and fort and tented plain ;

Then come with drum and trump and song, And raise the war-cry wild and strong:

Northmen, come out!

Northmen, come out!

The foe is waiting round about,
With paixhan, mortar, and petard,
To tender us their Beau-regard;
With shot and shrapnell, grape and shell,
We'll give them back the fire of hell :
Northmen, come out !

Northmen, come out!

Give the pirates a roaring rout;

Out in your strength and let them know
How Working Men to Work can go.
Out in your might and let them feel
How Mudsills strike when edged with steel :
Northmen, come out!

Northmen, come out!

Come like your grandsires stern and stout;
Though Cotton be of Kingly stock,

Yet royal heads may reach the block;
The Puritan taught it once in pain,
His sons shall teach it once again :
Northmen, come out!