BOSTON COMMON. - THREE PICTURES. | And soon their whistling showers shal THE streets are thronged with trampling feet, The northern hill is ridged with graves, But night and morn the drum is beat To frighten down the "rebel knaves." The stones of King Street still are red, And yet the bloody red-coats come : I hear their pacing sentry's tread, The click of steel, the tap of drum, And over all the open green, Where grazed of late the harmless kine, The cannon's deepening ruts are seen, The war-horse stamps, the bayonets shine. The clouds are dark with crimson rain Above the murderous hirelings' den, THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA. A NIGHTMARE DREAM BY DAYLIGHT. Do you know the Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea? Have you met with that dreadful old man? If you have n't been caught, you will be, you will be ; For catch you he must and he can. He does n't hold on by your throat, by your throat, As of old in the terrible tale; But he grapples you tight by the coat, by the coat, Till its buttons and button-holes fail. must wait, they must wait, While the coffee boils sullenly down, While the Johnny-cake burns on the grate, on the grate, And the toast is done frightfully But my hamstrings grow loose, and I brown. shake, and I shake, At the sight of the dreadful Old Man; — Yes, your dinner will keep; let it Yea, I quiver and quake, and I take, But he clings to your side like a leech, like a leech, and I take, To my legs with what vigor I can! O the dreadful Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea! He's come back like the Wandering Jew! He has had his cold claw upon me, upon me, And be sure that he 'll have it on you! INTERNATIONAL ODE. OUR FATHERS' LAND.1 GOD bless our Fathers' Land! Keep her in heart and hand One with our own! 1 Sung in unison by twelve hundred children of the public schools, at the visit of the And you leave your lost bride in the Prince of Wales to Boston, October 18, 1860. lurch. Air, "God save the Queen." From all her foes defend, Father, with loving care Lord, let War's tempest cease, Under thy wings! VIVE LA FRANCE! Sister in trial! who shall count Thy generous friendship's claim, O land of heroes! in our need One gift from Heaven we crave The wise to lead the brave! From glory's marble trance, Pluck Condé's baton from the trench, A SENTIMENT OFfered at the DINNER Give us one hour of old Turenne, TO H. I. H. THE PRINCE NAPOLEON, AT One lift of Bayard's lance, She has torn her own star from our fir- | As the torrents that rush from the mountains of snow mament's glow, And turned on her brother the face of a Roll mingled in peace through the val foe! O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun, We can never forget that our hearts have been one, Our foreheads both sprinkled in Liberty's name, From the fountain of blood with the finger of flame! 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!" leys below. 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, Has our love all died out? Have its Run wild in the sunshine away from our altars grown cold? roof; Has the curse come at last which the But when your heart aches and your feet fathers foretold? have grown sore, Then Nature must teach us the strength Remember the pathway that leads to our of the chain Till the wolves and the catamounts troop from their caves, door! March 25, 1861. UNDER THE WASHINGTON ELM, CAMBRIDGE. April 27, 1861. EIGHTY years have passed, and more, Since under the brave old tree And the shark tracks the pirate, the Our fathers gathered in arms, and swore lord of the waves: In vain is the strife! When its fury is past, Their fortunes must flow in one channel at last, They would follow the sign their ban ners bore, And fight till the land was free. Half of their work was done, Half is left to do, — Cambridge, and Concord, and Lexing- | Mother of heroes! if perfidy's blight LAND where the banners wave last in She shall reign over us, world without O LORD of Hosts! Almighty King! Behold the sacrifice we bring! Here at thine altar our vows we re- To every arm Thy strength impart, new Still in thy cause to be loyal and true, Thy spirit shed through every heart! Wake in our breasts the living fires, True to thy flag on the field and the The holy faith that warmed our sires; wave, Living to honor it, dying to save! Thy hand hath made our Nation free; To die for her is serving Thee. |