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Love of Home, and Love of Woman!—dear to all,
but doubly dear To the heart whose pulses elsewhere measure only
hate and fear. All around the desert circles, underneath a brazen
sky, Only one green spot remaining where the dew is
never dry! From the horror of that desert, from its atmosphere
of hell, Turns the fainting spirit thither, as the driver seeks his bell.
Hail, Columbia! happy land!
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause;
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, And when the storm of war was gone, Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
Let independence be our boast,
Firm, united let us be,
The Night is mother of the Day
The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay
The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall, For God, who loveth all his works, Has left His Hope with all!
-A Dream of Summer.
Immortal patriots! rise once more, Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe with impious hand,
Let no rude foe with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies, Of toil and blood, the well-earned prize.
While offering peace sincere and just, In heaven we place a manly trust, That truth and justice will prevail, And every scheme of bondage fail.
Firm, united let us be, etc.
Deeper than the gilded surface
Hath thy wakeful vision seen,
Have thy journeyings been.
Heard the solemn steps of Time,
Sound, sound the trump of Fame!
Ring through the world with loud applause,
Ring through the world with loud applause;
With equal skill and godlike power,
Firm, united let us be, etc.
Ho! workers of the old time, styled
The Gentle Craft of Leather. Young brothers of the ancient guild,
Stand forth once more together!
In the olden merry manner!
- The Shoemaker.
Behold the chief who now commands,
The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat;
When hope was sinking in dismay,
There's life alone in duty done,
- The Drovers.
“God made me the messenger of the new heavens and new earth, and told me where to find them. Reason, charts, and mathematical knowledge had nothing to do with the case."'Columbus. HERE, ʼmid these paradises of the seas,
The roof beneath of this cathedral old, That lifts its suppliant arms above the trees,
Each clasping in its hand a cross of gold,
Columbus sleeps—his crumbling tomb behold! By faith his soul rose eagle-winged and free, And reached that Power whose wisdom never
fails; Walked mid the kindred stars, and reverently The light earth weighed in God's own golden
He overcame them, and with home and trust
Let the need of imitation,
Won by her from small and great, Be the nations' willing tribute,
Making hers the model State. Glorious be her growing prestige,
Under no oppressor's ban,
Be the highest good of man;
Fall the powers that would oppress,
Shall her name devoutly bless. On is still Columbia marching,
Waving high her gleaming lance; Hear her vanguard's bugle sounding,
Bidding all the world advance;
Clearly all along the line,
Which is theirs by right divine.
Hopes of man are in thy trust; Float aloft thy fateful standards,
Let them never trail the dust; Be Columbia's fair escutcheon
Never stained by sanctioned crime, Be her name in highest honor
Held by all of every clime. Ever onward be advancing,
Hold the right and spurn the wrong; Take the front, and, ne'er retreating,
Make thine arm for justice strong; Strong for Freedom's holy conquests,
Strong to lift the trodden-down; So undimmed shall be thy glory, And eternal thy renown.
REV. OLIVER CRANE, D. D.
COLUMBIA TO THE FRONT. (Written July 4, 1892, for Columbian Selections.) “ FORWARD!" cried the brave Pulaski,
As he charged to meet the brunt;
Her position at the front.
Be the world's ideal aim,
Be the ultimate of fame.
Her progression as the sun; Let her undisputed merit
Be the grandest trophy won,
Of the country of the free,
Bless the world with liberty.
Shine undimmed on all the world, And her star-bespangled banner
Be on every breeze unfurled, Till, by touch of her awakening,
By her bold, inventive lead, Every land has caught the impulse,
Every people felt her need. Let Columbia's sacred honor
Be the synonyme of right, Till the law of equal justice
Shall supplant the law of might;
COLUMBIA! Men beheld thee rise
A goddess from the misty sea. Lady of Joy, sent from the skies,
The nations worshipped thee.
Thy blue robe floated free.
Driving the day from shore to shore.
For thou art evermore
Whose tears the lost restore.