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New-England's youngest scions there have
heard the din of wars.
And grasped their fathers' ancient brand, and
reared their stripes and star?,
And belted on their fathers' brand and reared
their fathers' stars.
Hurrah ! etc.
And farther still, where sunset-seas bathe Cali¬
fornia's shore,
And grim Sierras darkly frown its golden treas¬
ures o'er,
Our Western Twins have heard the call, and an¬
swered from afar,
We come ! we come! Rear high the flag, that
knows no single star.
Hurrah! etc.
Missouri, too, her garments red, and little Dela¬
ware,
With heart as big as when of old she bore a
lion's share,
Have burst the chain which cramps the soul,
and all that's noble mars,
And wheeled in line, come weal or woe, be¬
neath the Stripes and Stars.
Hurrah ! etc.
And " Maryland, our Maryland," though called
with " fife and drum,"
And " old-line bugle," too, to fight against the
" Northern scum,"
Has thought of Camden's. bloody field and
Eutaw's iron scars,
And lo ! she stands, where erst she stood, be¬
neath the Stripes and Stars.
Hurrah! etc.
Would we could say the same of thee, thou
dark and bloody ground !
Whose sexless sages, false of heart, a way of
peace have found !
Shame on you ! No half faith would we ! Up,
gird ye for the wars,
And take your place as men once more, beneath
the Stripes and Stars.
Hurrah ! etc.
From thy Medusa glance we turn, with hearts
of cheer and pride,
To West-Virginia, virgin rib, torn from false
mother's side.
Daughter of strife ! Fair Freedom's child!
Thy mountains ring afar,
With echoing shouts for that best flag that.
counts another star.
Hurrah! etc.
And more 'twill count, no Pleiad lost, of all
that shining host,
Though dim eclipse have veiled their fires, and
traitors loudly boast;
But one by one those wand'ring lights shall gem
our heavens, like Mars,
And all the nations bless our stripes and
coronet of stars !
Hurrah! etc.
No other flag shall ever float above our homes
or graves,
Save yonder blazing oriflamme, that flutters
o'er our braves;
Its rainbow-stripes, our Northern lights—with
no sinister bars;
Our ancient flag ! our fathers' flag; our glori
ous Stripes and Stars !
Hurrah! etc.
Then bear that banner proudly up, young war¬
riors of our land,
With hearts of love, and arms of faith, and more
than iron hand !
Down with the Northern renegade ! and join
our gallant tars,
In rearing high, in victory, our deathless Stripes
and Stars !'
Hurrah! etc.
A NATIONAL HYMN.
BY PARK BENJAMIN.
Great God ! to whom our nation's woes,
Our dire distress, our angry foes,
In all their awful gloom are known,
We bow to thee and thee alone.
We pray thee mkigate the strife,
Attended by such waste of life,
Such wounds and anguish, groans and tears,
That fill our inmost hearts with fears.
Oh ! darkly now the tempest rolls,
Wide o'er our desolated souls ;
Yet, beaten downward to the dust,
In thy forgiveness still we trust.
We trust to thy protecting power
In this, our country's saddest hour,
And pray that thou wilt spread thy shield
Above us in the camp and field.
0 God Of battles! let thy might
Protect our armies in the fight—
Till they shall win the victory,
And set the hapless bondmen free.
Till, guided by thy glorious hand,
Those armies reunite the land,
And North and South alike shall raise
To God their peaceful hymns of praise.
A BATTLE HYMN.
BY GEORGE H. BOKER.
God, to thee we humbly bow,
With hand unarmed and naked brow;
Musket, lance, and sheathed sword
At thy feet we lay, 0 Lord !
Gone is .all the soldier's boast
In the valor of the host:
Kneeling here, we do our most.
Of ourselves we nothing know:
Thou, and thou alone canst show,
By the favor of thy hand,
Who has drawn the guilty brand.
If our foemen have the rio-ht
Show thy judgment in our sh'ht
Through the fortunes of thelo-ht!
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