New Why had they come to wither there, World and Old Glory Away from their childhood's land? eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?- The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found Freedom to worship God. FELICIA HEMANS. The Twenty-second of December* Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, They little thought how pure a light, With years, should gather round that day; *By courtesy of D. Appleton & Co., publishers of Bryant's Complete Poetical Works. How love should keep their memories bright, Green are their bays; but greener still Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed, And regions, now untrod, shall thrill With reverence when their names are breathed, Till where the sun, with softer fires, New World and Old Glory Washington Soldier and statesman, rarest unison; New New-trimmed in Heaven, nor than his steadfast World and Old Glory 36 mood More steadfast, far from rashness as from fear; 66 JAMES RUSSell Lowell. From Under the Old Elm." Warren's Address Stand! the ground's your own, my braves! Will ye give it up to slaves? Will ye look for greener graves? Hope ye mercy still? What's the mercy despots feel? Fear ye foes who kill for hire? Who have done it!-From the vale On they come!-and will ye quail? Leaden rain and leaden hail Let their welcome be! In the God of battles trust! As where Heaven its dews shall shed And the rocks shall raise their head New World and Old Glory JOHN PIERPONT. Carmen Bellicosum In their ragged regimentals When the grenadiers were lunging, Cannon shot; When the files Of the isles, From their smoky night encampment, bore the banner of the rampant Unicorn, New World and Old Glory And grummer, grummer, grummer, roll'd the roll of the drummer, Through the morn! Then with eyes to the front all, Stood our sires; And the balls whistled deadly, As the roar On the shore, Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green sodded acres Of the plain; And louder, louder, louder, cracked the black |