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All day thy wings have fanned,
At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere,
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,

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
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,

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,
When tyrant rulers threatened to enslave,

What did our fathers in that fearful trial,
Weak, scattered, few, their precious rights to save 1

Not with desponding, not with despairing,
Did the bold freemen meet the tempeat-blast;

But solemn, firm, with hearts and hands united,
Life, fortune, honour, staked upon the cast.

CHORUS.

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;
But linked together shoulder to shoulder,

Bore their invaders back upon the waves.
Then rally, &c.

When thwarted traitors sought our bands to sunder,
When party frenzy shook the land's extremes,

What did our fathers when the clouds of treason
Hung o'er our stars and dimmed their rising beams 1

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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;
But to the rent mast nailed the insulted standard,

And round it rallying, set the ocean free.
Then rally, &c.

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:
Nations benighted hail the constellation—

Beacon of Freedom on the heights of Fame!
Then rally, &c

ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP.

MRS. WILLARD.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep;
Secure I rest upon the wave,
For thou, oh! Lord, hast power to save.
I know thou wilt not slight my call,
For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall!
And calm and peaceful is my sleep.
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

And such the trust that still were mine,
Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine,
Or though the tempest's fiery breath
Roused me from sleep to wrec k and death!
In ocean cave still safe with Thee,
The germ of immortality;
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

THE LAST LEAF.

BY 0. W. HOLMES.

I Saw him once before
As he passed by the door,

And again
The pavement stones resound
As he totters o'er the ground

With his cane.

They say that in his prime,
Ere the pruning knife of Time

Cut him down,
Not a better man was found
By the Crier on his round

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
On the lips that he has pressed
In their bloom,

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