Her tearful memories treasured; Fast spread the tempest's darkening pall, The tories seize the omen : 'Ay, boys, you'll soon have work to do For England's rebel foemen, 'King Hancock,' Adams, and their gang, That fire the mob with treason, The mighty realms were When these we shoot and those And out the cursed cargo Old charters shrivel in its track, His Worship's bench has crumbled, leaps, And overboard it pitches! So happy while the tea is So blest while spoons are stirring, What martyr can compare with It climbs and clasps the unionjack, Its blazoned pomp is humbled, The flags go down on land and Hearing the Snow-Line. SLOW toiling upward from the misty vale, That on their ice-clad stems all trembling blow O'er thee undimmed the moon-girt planets shine, That filled the air with smoke of vain desires, And all the unclouded blue of heaven is thine! 1870. IN WAR TIME. To Canaan. A PURITAN WAR-SONG. WHERE are you going, soldiers, With banner, gun, and sword? His name is Lord of Hosts! The Lord has led us forth, The trumpets of the North! What flag is this you carry The same our fathers bore! It shed the crimson rain,What God has woven in His loom Let no man rend in twain ! To Canaan, to Canaan towers The banners of the North! What troop is this that follows, All armed with picks and spades? 1 These are the swarthy bonds men, The iron-skin brigades! They'll pile up Freedom's breastwork, They'll scoop graves; Who then will be their owner The hammers of the North! What song is this you're singing? The same that Israel sung When Moses led the mighty choir, And Miriam's timbrel rung! To Canaan! To Canaan ! The priests and maidens cried: To Canaan! To Canaan! The people's voice replied. To Canaan, to Canaan The Lord has led us forth, To thunder through its adder dens The anthems of the North! When Canaan's hosts are scattered, And all her walls lie flat, What follows next in order? -The Lord will see to that! We'll break the tyrant's sceptre, We'll build the people's out rebels' August 12, 1862. 1 The captured slaves were at this time organised as pioneers. the "Thus saith the Lord, 3 Offer Thee Three Things." IN poisonous dens, where traitors hide While all the land our charters claim In peaceful homes, where patriot fires The mother hides her trembling fear, In halls where Luxury lies at ease, And Maimon keeps his state, In weary camps, on trampled plains The stake is laid! O gallant youth If Heaven should lose and Hell should win, On whom shall lie the mortal sin, That cries aloud, It might have been? 1862. God calls you-answer NOW. Never or Mow. AN APPEAL. LISTEN, young heroes! your country is calling! Now, while the foremost are fighting and falling, Leave not your children a birthright of shame! Never or now! cries the blood of a nation, Poured on the turf where the red rose should bloom; Now is the day and the hour of salvation, Never or now! peals the trumpet of doom! Never or now! roars the hoarse-throated cannon From the hot plains where they perish outnumbered, Furrowed and ridged by the battlefield's plough, Comes the loud summons; too long you have slumbered, Hear the last Angel-trump,-Never or Now! 1862. One Country. ONE country! Treason's writhing asp Struck madly at her girdle's clasp, And Hatred wrenched with might and main To rend its welded links in twain, While Mammon hugged his golden calf Content to take one broken half, While thankless churls stood idly by And heard unmoved a nation's cry! One country! 66 'Nay," the tyrant crew Shrieked from their dens,-"it shall be two! Ill bodes to us this monstrous birth, That scowls on all the thrones of earth, |