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COLUMBIAN POEMS.

HAIL, COLUMBIA!

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.

-Ibid. HOPE.

Hail, Columbia! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!

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,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies.

Firm, united let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.

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.

INTROSPECTION.

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,
Farther than the narrow present

Have thy journeyings been.
Thou hast midst life's empty noises

Heard the solemn steps of Time,
And the low mysterious voices
Of another clime.

-To-
BEAUTY.
Art's perfect forms no moral need,
And beauty is its own excuse.

-Dedication.

Sound, sound the trump of Fame!
Let Washington's great name

Ring through the world with loud applause,

Ring through the world with loud applause;
Let every clime to Freedom dear
Listen with a joyful ear!

With equal skill and godlike power,
He governed in the fearful hour
Of horrid war; or guides with ease
The happier times of honest peace.

Firm, united let us be, etc.

SHOEMAKERS.

Ho! workers of the old time, styled

The Gentle Craft of Leather. Young brothers of the ancient guild,

Stand forth once more together!
Call out again your long array,

In the olden merry manner!
Once more, on gay St. Crispin's day,
Fling out your blazoned banner!

- The Shoemaker.

Behold the chief who now commands,
Once more to serve his country stands-

The rock on which the storm will beat,

The rock on which the storm will beat;
But, armed in virtue firm and true,
His hopes are fixed on heaven and you.

When hope was sinking in dismay,
And glooms obscured Columbia's day,
His steady mind, from changes free,
Resolved on death, or liberty.
Firm, united let us be, etc.

JOSEPH HOPKINSON.

STRIVING.

There's life alone in duty done,
And rest alone in striving.

- The Drovers.

COLUMBUS.

“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

scales.
A man of passions like to men's was he.

He overcame them, and with home and trust
Made strong his soul for highest destiny,
And, following Christ, he walked upon the sea.
The waves upheld him—what is here is dust.

HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH.

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,
And the aim of all her efforts

Be the highest good of man;
Fall the chains from every bondman,

Fall the powers that would oppress,
Till men's voices universal

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;
Hear her thrilling watchword shouted

Clearly all along the line,
Calling men to take their birthright

Which is theirs by right divine.
Banner land of human progress,

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;
Forward! Columbia's watchword,

Her position at the front.
Let the goal of her achievements

Be the world's ideal aim,
And the triumphs of her genius

Be the ultimate of fame.
Be her rising as the morning,

Her progression as the sun; Let her undisputed merit

Be the grandest trophy won,
Till the nations catch the spirit

Of the country of the free,
And the reign of peace extending

Bless the world with liberty.
Let the light of her advancement

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.

COLUMBIA! Men beheld thee rise

A goddess from the misty sea. Lady of Joy, sent from the skies,

The nations worshipped thee.
Thy brows were flushed with dawn's first light;
By foamy waves with stars bedight

Thy blue robe floated free.
Now let the sun ride high o'erhead,

Driving the day from shore to shore.
His burning tread we do not dread,

For thou art evermore
Lady of Love whose smile shall bless,
Whom brave deeds win to tenderness,

Whose tears the lost restore.

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