Britannia to Columbia. WHAT is the voice I hear On the wind of the Western sea? Sentinel, listen from out Cape Clear, And say what the voice may be. "'Tis a proud, free people calling loud to a people proud and free. "And it says to them, Kinsmen, hail! We severed have been too long; Now let us have done with a worn-out tale, And our friendship last long as love doth last, and be stronger than death is strong.'” Answer them, sons of the selfsame race, And blood of the selfsame clan, Let us speak with each other, face to face, And answer as man to man, And loyally love and trust each other as none but free men can. Now fling them out to the breeze, Shamrock, thistle, and rose, BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA. And the Star Spangled Banner unfurl with these, Wherever the sails of peace are seen, and wherever the war wind blows. A message to bond and thrall to wake, For wherever we come, we twain, The throne of the tyrant shall rock and quake For you are lords of a strong young land and we are lords of the main. Yes, this is the voice on the bluff March gale, "We severed have been too long; But now we have done with a worn-out tale, The tale of an ancient wrong, And our friendship shall last long as love doth last, and be stronger than death is strong." Chickamauga-1898. THEY are camped on Chickamauga ! Once again the white tents gleam On that field where vanished heroes Sleep the sleep that knows no dream. But they light the common camp-fire, - Where the pines of Georgia tower, Where the mountains kiss the sky, On their arms the Nation's warriors Wait to hear the battle-cry. Wait together, friends and brothers, And the heroes 'neath their feet Sleep the long and dreamless slumber Where the flowers are blooming sweet. Sentries pause, yon shadow challenge! Yonder pass the shades of heroes, And they follow where Bragg leads |