Where Columbia Stands.

COLUMBIA beside the ocean stands,

And greets the morn with an unclouded brow, For even now

Unwonted splendors tinge the conscious sands, And as she lists,

The world's approval comes from out the mists.

From the far Orient where beauty dwells, Where vernal isles wait breathless on her name, A sweet acclaim

Comes like the magic whisper of their shells, And in the cry

She marks the vibrant note of victory!

With glowing cheek and an enkindled eye, With confident yet wistful glance she peers, As now she hears

The surges where the western Indies lie, And sees the gleam

Of her ships' wake, fast speeding east, supreme.

Anon from Cuba comes the hearty hail Of patriots whose star is beaming bright;

WHERE COLUMBIA STANDS.

After the night

Of helplessness, crushed by the hand of mail, Thus left to die,

God hears the dark bondwoman's children cry!

- Arthur Howard Hall.

YES,

Voice from the Old Boys Left

Behind.

we marched in the ranks to the station, Escortin' the "boys o' to-day."

An' the youngsters enjoyed the ovation
As if 'twas a new kind o' play,
This gift o' young lives to the nation, —
A-treadin' on hearts all the day.

The music, the flags, and paradin'

Of course lent a mask to our fears;
You'd a-thought we preferred blood to wade in,
An' we bid 'em good-by with our cheers.
But somehow our eyesight seemed fadin', -
Haven't felt quite so briny for years.

Yes, I know that it's hist'ry repeatin',
An' how easy an' natural it came,
When the sixty-one drums were a-beatin'
Their rat-tat to glory and fame,

For us to enlist, duty greetin',

But, comrade, this don't seem the same.

We are proud o' the boys, no denyin',

But they seemed only boys as they passed To receive our salute, flags a-flyin',

VOICE FROM THE OLD BOYS LEFT BEHIND.

Too young, and too good to be cast For our parts in the drama o' dyin',

Writin' hist'ry in blood hard and fast.

You've noticed the Vets weren't enthusin'
For the "horrors o' war" to begin,

Till the Maine left us small chance for choosin',
An' humanity's claim led us in.

God knows there's no other excusin'

This shadow o' hell chasin' sin!

Bein' in, Uncle Sam must keep stayin'

Till the things settled right, that's plain;
Meanwhile let the band keep on playin',
An' the Vets will all join the refrain,
A-mixin' hurrahin' with prayin',

While the boys do our fightin' with Spain.

God bless 'em,- this new generation, -
No manlier boys will you find;

They can whip, man for man, all creation,
An' we'll have all their glory enshrined

In the hearts o' a united nation,

Shake, pard, tho' they've left us behind!

-John H. Jewett.

Dewey, Admiral.

KNIGHT of the Eastern seas, thy fadeless fame

Is writ in War's red blazing letters high
Upon the backing of that Orient sky,
That glitters with the lustre of thy name;
And tells the Saxon blood doth course the same
Through all the branches of that mighty tree
That shades the farthest league of land and sea.
A nation's pride, a race's glad acclaim,

Are thine. From far Manila's bloody main
We heard the voice of God's new Sinai,
That bade the red requital of thy guns
Wipe out Havana's foul assassin stain.
Avenged at last, our dear dead heroes lie,
An unforgetting land's remembered sons.

- Frank A. Marshall.