And the Northern States like giants southward move in awful form, With the forces of all NATURE and GOD behind the storm. The loathsome monster ye have dragged up from his slimy lair, To be your fitting emblem-insulting God's free air Shall fall! and 'neath the Northern heel be crushed its crested head, Ere yet along the slave-land is hushed the Yankee's tread. Too long our flag hath waved above the slaver's curséd marts, Too long the man-thief mocked with it the hopes of human hearts; Take it now from 'neath his trampling. Southern field and flood over Bear it on! till ye have washed it all spotless in his blood. Ere again that flag home cometh, or is hushed the Northern drum, Every shackle shall be broken, and the SLAVE'S REDEMPTION COME! Dissembling Compromise no more shall rear her serpent form; For the forces of all NATURE and GOD are with the storm. Ocean deep be buried party feuds-broken every party band; Let each heart keep wide-open door-each strong hand grasp a hand : Let by-gones all be by-gones-pass around the olive branch, Then down upon the traitors like the Alpine avalanche. The Scotsman from his heatherhills-the "Emerald Island's" sons The German from the Rhine-banks-Garibaldi's chosen ones All who would crush oppression in the field or on the throne, March with us-and the Old World's heart beats kindly 'gainst our own. Heaven and earth are gazing on us! God begirt us with his power; We crowd the hopes of centuries into this passing hour: Skyward fling the starry banner, which shall never more be furled WE'RE MARCHING FOR HUMANITY! WE STRIKE FOR ALL THE WORLD! A1 TO OUR AMERICAN COUSINS. LL hail! Yankee Doodle, thou chief among nations! What kingdom can swagger or talk tall like you; What people so skilled are, in bombast and dodg ing, Or to their engagements less faithful or true? All hail thou proud banner-great herald of freedom! Star-spangled indeed, but with stripes not a few; What mockery that cry is-here mankind are equal ! While the slaves' groan reply that they freedom ne'er knew. Great indeed is thy boasting, and fertile thy genius, Still restless, and seeking for something's that's new; Great, because yet untried, thou art vain and con ceited, A warrior, a statesman, a brave man are you. Most men do grow wiser even as they grow older, Some few become dotards as older they grow; But a mighty Republic, scarce ripened to manhood, Decaying in boyhood, is indeed a rare show. Blush not, proud Columbia; let rivals still envyYour greatness and glory and fame are your own, Your inventions and notions-hams and wood nut megs, Save by you discovered would never be known. In war too triumphant—all nations excelling; Thy innocent conquests cause nobody wrong; No mourners for sweethearts, or fathers, or husbands, Fort Sumter shall henceforth shine brightly in song! Loud roared the dread cannon; some say they were loaded 'Tis certain the powder made volumes of smoke-Old gunners maintain that the balls are still flying, But the young bloods declare that the thing was a joke. They ask is it reason? For since the first battle Men never have fought in this manner before; Neither scratches nor bruises, nor have any been frightened, Although thousands to witness stood thick on the shore. While barbarous nations do fight and kill thousands, What a glorious example is set by thy sons! No danger can daunt them—they storm that fortress, And when it is captured they spike all the guns. Hard fighting there was, sure no mortal can doubt it, The marksmen were keen and could hit to a hair; But that ball never flew, could come up with the Yankee, They dodged every bullet while high in the air. Now warfare is shorn of all its dread terrors, By which mighty armies may fight on for ages, And come off victorious without scratch or wound. |