WARREN'S ADDRESS. Warren's Address. STAND! the ground's your own, my braves! Will ye give it up to slaves? What's the mercy despots feel? Fear ye foes who kill for hire? Who have done it! From the vale Leaden rain and iron hail Let their welcome be! In the God of battles trust! Die we may, and die we must; But, oh, where can dust to dust As where Heaven its dews shall shed And the rocks shall raise their head -John Pierpont. NATHAN HALE. Mathan Hale. TO drum-beat and heart-beat, There is color in his cheek, By starlight and moonlight, He hears the rustling flag, And the armed sentry's tramp; And the starlight and moonlight His silent wanderings lamp. With slow tread and still tread, By the gaunt and shadowy pine; And his slow tread and still tread Gives no warning sign. The dark wave, the plumed wave, Like the glimmer of a lance, — |