Ah! what will become of that great nation yonder, If the maddening clouds that wander, Threatening all the heaven, should gather in their sight? Darkening in the azure sky, With their shadows rising highWhat if they extinguish all the vivid light? With a fixed and earnest eye that noble country seeing, Whence my children drew their being I do tremble for those stars upon the blue; life is blent For my very With the brightness they have lent, And if they are waning, I am waning too. But I listen to the Northern armies cheering, Which they raise on high to herald thy increase; Lifting up my humble prayer For their liberty, their glory, and their peace. And to thee, Señor, the hope of all the nation, I would send amid the mighty billows' roar Send across the solemn sea, To America the free, Wafted by the breezes of the Spanish shore. SONG OF THE SOUTHERN WOMEN. O ABRAHAM LINCOLN! we call thee to hark To the song we are singing, we Joans of Arc; While our brothers are bleeding we fear not to bleed, We'll face the Red Horror should there be need By our brothers we'll stand on the terrible field, By our brothers we'll stand, and we'll ask for no shield; By our brothers we'll stand as a torch in the dark, To shine on thy treachery, we Joans of Arc. Behold our free plumes of the wild eagle dark, Behold them, and take our white brows for thy mark; We fear not thy cannon, we heed not thy drum, The deeper thy thunder the stronger we come. Is woman a coward? No, no, she is brave! But threaten that home and she's Joan of Arc. O Abraham Lincoln! we call thee to hark, JULIA MILDRED. APOCALYPSE. "All Hail to the Stars and Stripes !" LUTHER C. LADD.* STRAIGHT to his heart the bullet crushed, Down from his breast the red blood gushed, And o'er his face a glory rushed. *Killed at Baltimore, Md., April 19, 1861. A sudden spasm rent his frame, Which in a moment ceased, and then The great light clasped his brows again, So that they shone like Stephen's, when Saul stood apart a little space, And shook with shuddering awe to trace God's splendor settling o'er his face. Thus, like a king, erect in pride, Raising his hands to heaven, he cried, "All hail the Stars and Stripes!" and died. Died grandly; but, before he fell, Was granted to him, and his eyes, And saw the seeds that sages cast Saw how the souls of men had grown, And where the scythes of Truth had mown, Clear space for Liberty's white throne; Saw how, by sorrow tried and proved, Saw Treason crushed, and Freedom crowned, And clamorous faction gagged and bound, Gasping its life out on the ground; While over all his country's slopes Walked swarming troops of cheerful hopes, Which evermore to broader scopes Increased, with power that comprehends Saw how, throughout the vast extents That, from beyond the farthest seas, |