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All day thy wings have fanned,
Though the dark night is near.
And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven
And shall not soon depart.
He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone,
Will lead my steps aright.
THE UNION HYMN.
BY DR. WARD.
When o'er the wide land terror-clouds were rolling,
What did our fathers in that fearful trial,
Not with desponding, not with despairing,
But solemn, firm, with hearts and hands united,
Then rally round the star-flag! sons and heirs of freemen—
All chains we spurn, save such as brothers bind: Oh! sacred union! marriage tie of heaven—
Who dare divorce what God himself has joined? Then hail, hail, to Union!—sole chain of freemen!
Stones of one arch, one common fate we'll find: Together!—together!—A band of brothers all, Together will we stand or fall!
When rending cannon pealed their dreadful thunder,
When hireling legions stained the sacred soil, What did our fathers in that hour appalling—.
Half-armed, unused to front the battle-broil? Not by retreating from the frightful carnage
Did the true soldiers yield the sod to slaves;
Bore their invaders back upon the waves.
When thwarted traitors sought our bands to sunder,
What did our fathers when the clouds of treason
Not to ambition yielding false-hearted,
Were the true patriots tempted by the spoil: North, South, and West, in phalanx staunch, unbroken, Spurned their false friends and hissed them from the soil.
Then rally, &c.
When crashing broadsides o'er the waves were booming.
When haughty fleets our commerce would dismay. What did our fathers when the lords of ocean
Bade them surrender to their sovereign sway? Not basely yielding to the lofty summons
Did the bold seamen from the struggle flee;
And round it rallying, set the ocean free.
Firm linked and true in every coming danger,
War, civil broil, or treason's dreader pest, Still like our fathers will we cling to union—
Hold but to that, and Heaven will do the rest !— Year after year along our dazzling banner
New stars uprising, swell the clustered flame:
Beacon of Freedom on the heights of Fame!
ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP.
Rocked in the cradle of the deep,
And such the trust that still were mine,
THE LAST LEAF.
BY 0. W. HOLMES.
I Saw him once before
With his cane.
They say that in his prime,
Cut him down,
Through the town.
But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets
So forlorn; And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said
"They are gone."
The mossy marbles rest