HYMN OF TRUST. LOVE Divine, that stooped to share Though long the weary way we tread, When drooping pleasure turns to grief, On Thee we fling our burdening woe, A SUN-DAY HYMN. JORD of all being! throned afar, Yet to each loving heart how near! Sun of our life, thy quickening ray Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn ; Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before thy ever-blazing throne We ask no lustre of our own. Grant us thy truth to make us free, One holy light, one heavenly flame! A VOICE OF THE LOYAL NORTH. NATIONAL FAST, JANUARY 4, 1861. E sing "Our Country's" song to-night We'll pledge her once in golden wine Though dim one reddening orb may shine, "T were vain to sigh o'er errors past, Our soldier heard the threatening blast, But saw it from the bastioned wall What though their angry cry is flung They smite the air with idle tongue God help them if the tempest swings Our toilsome years have made us tame; To see the rusting turbines stand To fold the arms that flood the land When once their slumbering passions burn, The Lord have mercy on the weak, And save our brothers ere they shriek, Give all their country, each his right! BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR SISTER CAROLINE. HE has gone, and pride, she has left us in passion Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She has torn her own star from our firmament's glow, And turned on her brother the face of a foe! O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun, You were always too ready to fire at a touch; But we said, "She is hasty, she does not mean much." We have scowled, when you uttered some turbulent threat; But Friendship still whispered, "Forgive and forget!" Has our love all died out? Have its altars grown cold? Has the curse come at last which the fathers foretold? Then Nature must teach us the strength of the chain That her petulant children would sever in vain. They may fight till the buzzards are gorged with their spoil, Till the harvest grows black as it rots in the soil, Till the wolves and the catamounts troop from their caves, And the shark tracks the pirate, the lord of the waves: In vain is the strife! When its fury is past, Our Union is river, lake, ocean, and sky: Man breaks not the medal, when God cuts the die! Though darkened with sulphur, though cloven with steel, The blue arch will brighten, the waters will heal! O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun, There are battles with Fate that can never be won! The star-flowering banner must never be furled, For its blossoms of light are the hope of the world! Go, then, our rash sister! afar and aloof, sore, Remember the pathway that leads to our door! March 25, 1861. |