New World and Old Giory Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; Up the street came the rebel tread, Under his slouch hat left and right It shivered the window, pane and sash; Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff She leaned far out on the window-sill, "Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, The nobler nature within him stirred "Who touches a hair of yon gray head All day long through Frederick street All day long that free flag tost Ever its torn folds rose and fell And through the hill-gaps sunset light Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er, And the rebel rides on his raids no more. Honor to her! and let a tear Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier. Over Barbara Frietchie's grave, Peace and order and beauty draw And ever the stars above look down New World and Old Glory New World and Old Two Veterans The last sunbeam Glory Lightly falls from the finished Sabbath, On the pavement here, and there beyond it is looking Down a new-made double grave. Lo! the moon ascending, Up from the east the silvery round moon, moon, Immense and silent moon. I see a sad procession, And I hear the sound of coming full-keyed bugles, ing, As with voices and with tears. I hear the great drums pounding, And the small drums steady whirring, For the son is brought with the father, fell, Two veterans, son and father, dropt together, Now nearer blow the bugles, And the drums strike more convulsive, And the daylight o'er the pavement quite has faded, And the strong dead-march enwraps me. In the eastern sky up-buoying, The sorrowful vast phantom moves illumined, O strong dead-march you please me! me! O my soldiers twain! O my veterans passing to burial! What I have I also give you. The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music, My heart gives you love. WALT WHITMAN. 1 New World and Old Glory New World Stand by the Flag! and Old Stand by the Flag! Its stars, like meteors gleamGlory ing, Have lighted Arctic icebergs, southern seas, And shone responsive to the stormy beaming Of old Arcturus and the Pleiades. Stand by the Flag! Its stripes have streamed To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe, Stand by the Flag! On land and ocean billow Stand by the Flag! Immortal heroes bore it And their imperial Shades still hover o'er it, JOHN NICHOLS WILDER. |