PRAYER FOR THE NATION. We lift the gage; the issue stands Our cause we place within thy hands, Deal with us as thou wilt. - Boston Transcript. The Sailing of the Fleet. TWO fleets have sailed from Spain. The one would seek What lands uncharted ocean might conceal. The other, mighty, arrogant, and vain, Sought to subdue a people who were free. Ask of the storm-gods where its galleons be, Whelmed 'neath the billows of the northern main! A third is threatened. On the westward track, For sons of Drake are lords of Colon's world. EIGHT VOLUNTEERS. Eight Volunteers. EIGHT volunteers! on an errand of death! Eight men to go where the cannon's hot breath Eight men to man the old Merrimac's hulk; Eight men to sink the old steamer's black bulk, Blockade the channel where Spanish ships skulk, Eight men! Who speaks? 66 Eight volunteers!" said the Admiral's flags! Who will sail under El Morro's black crags? Sure death he seeks. Who is there willing to offer his life? Willing to march to this music of strife, Cannon for drum and torpedo for fife? Eight volunteers! on an errand of death! Eight men! Who speaks? Was there a man who in fear held his breath? With fear-paled cheeks? From ev'ry war-ship ascended a cheer! From ev'ry sailor's lips burst the word "Here!" Four thousand heroes their lives volunteer! Eight men! Who speaks? -Lansing C. Bailey. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE A cheer and salute for the admiral, and here's, etc. 367 America! dear brother land! . And they have thrust our shattered dead away, etc. As it began to dawn, you know A song for them one and all . At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay "At dawn," he said, “I bid them all farewell" A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew . Ay, tear her tattered ensign down . Behold, we have gathered together, etc. 180 405 305 297 248 291 137 44 93 83 398 Brave hearts, still'd on the Maine, a last good night! 317 Bravo, Jonathan! Now's your time. Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing, etc. Britannia's gallant streamers By the flow of the inland river. Can you see her, O my brother? |