II. O eye, thou canst discern the light and flame! As when through mountain cloud-rack, void of fear, Thou held'st toward lands of gold high-hearted aim. O'er darker desert now and craggier peak, To lands of which all hopes and prophets speak. D. A. W. * THE SOLDIER OF THE CROSS.* DOWN from the hill where earthly dross Ne'er stained the sacred feet, The veteran soldier of the Cross Through camp and field he boldly leads The willing servants on, Where once our patriot fathers trod, Stands forth with arméd men. Suggested by Bishop Polk's appointment in the rebel army. Like the fair sun, whose glorious light, High in its heavenly birth, Shines still more beautiful and bright, So Zion's watchman, from her gates, Still pointing, with unspotted hands, God bless him to his country wide, The soldier of the Cross! -Savannah News. ANSWER TO "MY MARYLAND."* BY W. H. C. HOSMER. INVADED is thy sacred soil, Maryland! Foes come for booty, blood, and spoil; Remember Howard, who beat back, At Cowpens, Tarleton's fierce attack, A chief that feared not ruin black, Maryland! Our Maryland! Last signer of our glory's scroll, Maryland! Was Carroll, of the dauntless soul, Maryland! Avenge the blood by heroes shed, Maryland! Our Maryland! The land that gave the nation Key, Maryland! Who sang the war-song of the Free, Maryland *See Rebel Rhymes and Rhapsodies, page 46. While the sun rises in the east, And patriots throng to Freedom's feast, Maryland! Our Maryland! When aimed our cannon in the fray, Maryland! Maryland! Remembered on the battle-day, Will be immortal Ringgold's name, And Watson, noblest son of fame- One sword-stroke for the good old flag, Maryland! Down with secession's shameless rag, Maryland! The glorious Stars and Stripes uphold, Maryland! Our Maryland! The land we fight for shall not fall, Maryland! While blown is Union's bugle call, Maryland! |