What cordial welcomes greet the guest How faith is kept, and truth revered, And where the ocean border foams. There's freedom at thy gates and rest For the starved laborer toil and bread, Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother! on thy brow Drop strength and riches at thy feet. William Cullen Bryant BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on." He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call re treat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat: Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. Julia Ward Howe CONCORD HYMN SUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE BATTLE MONUMENT, APRIL 19, 1836 By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Here once the embattled farmers stood, The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, Spirit, that made those heroes dare Ralph Waldo Emerson Hats off! THE FLAG GOES BY Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, A flash of color beneath the sky: The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, Hats off! The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by: Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great, Fought to make and to save the State: Weary marches and sinking ships; Cheers of victory on dying lips; Days of plenty and years of peace; Equal justice, right and law, Sign of a nation, great and strong To ward her people from foreign wrong: Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; The flag is passing by! Henry Holcomb Bennett "YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND" Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas! Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow! While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave!- Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, When the stormy winds do blow! The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow! When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow. Thomas Campbell "ENGLAND, MY ENGLAND" What have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes austere, |